Journey to London

So, I thought that I would write about my fun trip to the United Kingdom. Actually, up until Winnemucca it was fine. The Friday Jarred, Phil, Woot, Brandon and I drove to Casa Grande to visit the Peach. It was a bunch of fun and we stayed up drinking and chatting until late at night. Which may have gotten us in trouble with Rachel who needed to be going to work at 6 am the next morning. Oops. We then went to breakfast before I finally headed to Winnemucca and seeing as I was with Peaches, and on Peaches Standard Time, I didn't start my first 14 hour drive until almost noon... Shitty.

Hanging Out with Peaches and Co before leaving AZ.

So slowly meandering up Nevada at an average speed of 85 mph I got up to northern Nevada at about midnight, but unfortunately I missed Dahren and Jess so I got the pleasure of sleeping in my truck under a bridge... less then enjoyable but hey I would meet up with the Wayman pair the next day right? Yeah.. at about 10:30 am I was sitting in Winnemucca trying to decide if I should wait longer or should I give up and just head out. Thankfully I did get ahold of the two of them and we hung out and went to dinner. 

Getting to Winnemucca

Dinner out with Dahren and Jess

That was just the start of travelling going wrong. The next morning we parted ways and I put into my On-Star "Vancouver Canada" somehow my On-star got confuse and thought I said Boise Idaho... so instead of 12 hours of driving on wet roads at the speed limit or thereabouts, I got 20 hours of driving 1/2 the speed limit on ice and hard snow. I actually spent 2 hours thinking about sending Izzy into a Canyon and walking. Who it there right mind wants to go to Idaho in December? Either way, I did get to Vancouver. 

My view from my truck while I cursed Idaho

Fast forward, Christmas happened and I got random wedding things done and I was on my way to England. Leave my folks home at 4 am in the morning and with a series of planes, trains and busses I end up at YVR (Vancouver's Airport) and am checking into my flight. I knew that I was going to have to pay some extra bag fee because I decided that I would need an extra bag for the move. Seemed logical to me. I even checked to the fee charge online, only 30 dollars, well worth the extra bag. I got to the counter and got a lady who barely spoke English and you could tell was obviously French who proceeded to charge me 125$. Needless to say I was a bit confused. But I was diplomatic and we got it all worked out. I talked, she nodded, I talked some more, she said okay and then charged me 125$ Apparently I need to work on my powers of persuasion. 

First leg of my flight was okay, but I was flying from Vancouver to Seattle. I was in line to get on the plane longer then I was in the air, if there had been any issues I would have been shocked. Getting to Sea-Tac I learnt that my second leg had been delayed. Great, but I'll take it in stride and with a drink. This is where my memory starts to get a little foggy, most likely because of Booze, but I'm going to blame it on the exhaustion of travel. My flight gets delayed again. I buy more to drink... This continues until about 4pm at which point the guy I'm drinking with and I realize that it's taken me 12 hours of travel to go 200 Km. That's about an average speed of 15 kph or 10 mph. To put in perspective I would be losing to a marathon runner at this point. Thankfully, my plane boarded and I got to sit in the plane for take off. Unfortunately this was also the end of booze, which was tragic. An hour and a half later, the planes captain comes over the loud speaker to say "I'm sorry for the delay we are now next in line to take off." No reason or explanation but a simple apology. The reason became apparent 45 minutes later. We were waiting for the weather to be better. I think we should have waited longer. There have been a few alcohol related events worse then this one, but not by much. First, I started the flight drunk, sobered up, then went into the worst hang over ever all on this flight. Second, since the flight was so turbulent sleeping wasn't going to happen. So watching the film it was. Mercifully I landed in Iceland without being too sick and they said that they were holding my flight if I ran.

Signs of many things to come

What I didn't realize however is that Iceland has the most annoying Airport EVER. Got of the plane, passport control, down the hall and up the stairs, Passport control, go through security (wait I just got off the plane why am I going through security, fuck it I need to run), Passport control... SHIT! around another corner and see a sign for my gate, passport control ( Ok, it's the same passport as the last few times, what the hell!) Get to my gate and check in, great, walk to my plane, Passport control (You have to be fucking with me, seriously?). Get on the plane for the flight Iceland to England. This one wasn't too bad, except one thing. Remember that terrible hangover, well the guy sitting next to me had a liqour shelf of small bottles of booze that he was plowing through. Not a single same one either, first it was the smell of gin that was making me ill, then Scotch, then Grand Marnier, then vodka, then baileys and this went on the whole way. Needless to say, ill again...

Get to London, drop off some bags with Rebecca's Aunt and start with the Train to Scotland. I'll keep this brief but 2 broken down trains and 7 hours later I got to my final destination and just wanted to die. Other then the trip however it's been fine here. Everything moves so slowly. I mean I just set up to have internet set up at our new place and they said the fastest that they can be there is Feb 17th. I mean, what?!? that's more then a month. I talked to some people and they were telling me that that was just the way it was. But like I said I moved into the new place and as soon as I've unpacked and bought some new furniture I'll have to take a picture for you guys to see. Up next, new cell phone and job, Should have them by May and August... Why did I move to this country again? OH!!! you'ld love this. I was in the underground (subway) and I couldn't stand up at one of the stations because it was too short. Well, I always new this was going to be an adventure.