We flew into London on British Airways. It was absolutely wonderful. See, last time I flew to Europe, I was on “Pierre and Armond’s Great Canadian Charter Flights, Eh?” Airways and it totally sucked. I was expecting the worst from this flight as well, since we got a super-cheap deal through British Airways. But it was awesome. They even gave you a toothbrush and tiny tube of toothpaste so you could freshen up before you landed. Also, they upgraded our seats on the way back, which was very nice.
One of the biggest kicks I got on the trip was taking the Underground. As someone involved with urban planning, obviously I am a proponent of mass transit. But there is none in my area. So I got way to big of a thrill to ride the tube. It was all I could do to not squeal and clap my hands when the “Mind the Gap” announcement came on. Lucky for Dan, I kept my excitement in check and we did not get robbed or beaten up.
And we took a train trip to Oxford, which was lots of fun. We had a great time, and had lunch in a 500-year old pub. Except we missed our train on the way back by like two seconds. A chipper British lady standing near us commiserated a bit, and said another train would be coming in a few minutes, but that it wasn’t a fast train. But we figured, the next fast train was another half-hour wait. How much slower could the slow train be?
The answer of course, is very, very slow. In fact, I am still on the train right now, living on potato chip crumbs and chewed gum. Seriously, there were about 25 stops, some of which seemed to be only two train lengths apart. Dan got caught up on his jet lag, and I got a great view into some of the little towns between London and Oxford. Guess what, they look a lot like Utica. Take my word for it, wait for the fast train.
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