Okay. It’s been a couple hours and my phone still hasn’t adjusted to the time zone change. It’s pretty confusing but there’s not much I can do about it, and it’s probably not worth it since I’m about to go through five more time zones.
Layover was fine. I watched a bit of a show I liked, but the connection kept dropping so I wasn’t able to finish it. I reeeeally felt like I could sleep well if I just had a bed to lay down in. Unfortunately, Calgary is not that type of airport. I eventually woke up a bit again and started craving soup. I went on a hunt and found, to my delight, a Tim Horton’s! What I think is so funny is that when my friend Krisitna (to join me in Germany later) and I went to Vancouver over Christmas break, our hostel receptionist raved about Tim Horton’s and told us we just had to go there. It was a Canadian gem. The best coffee in town. The thing is, we couldn’t find one for the life of us! We kept searching but to no avail. (Not sure what we were doing, because when Jackson and I went in March, we walked the same streets and there was literally a Tim Horton’s on every block. ) when Krisitna and I finally found one on our last day, we walked in, saw what appeared to be a glorified McDonald’s, and walked out disappointed without ordering anything. My dad made sure that we tried it when we went skiing in Canada, though, and it was great! I would describe it as a cross between McDonald’s and Panera. And I like both of them, so there’s really no faulting Timmy’s.
Tim came through again by providing me with some delicious chicken noodle soup and bread. My bread was ripped somehow(?), so I only got ¾ of the actual bread amount I was supposed to get, and I burnt my tongue on the soup because I was too excited, but overall 9/10 experience.
I did take a bit too long savoring my soup, I’ll admit. I had been hanging out in the terminal I arrived in because it was cute, decorated, lively, and had charging stations. But once I started toward my actual gate about 35 minutes before the plane was scheduled to leave, I realized I was in Terminal A and needed to be in Terminal D, which requires multiple moving sidewalks and a shuttle to get between. Then a lady told me I would also have to throw away the rest of my soup and go through security because it was an international flight. Yikes! Imagine my worry. As I speed walked, I just imagined having to call my mom and tell her I missed my plane to London and was stuck in the middle of Canada after all this fuss. Yeah. Not fun.
But I made it! And I got to keep my soul! There was no security and all those years of fast walking pay off in times like this.
I’m on the flight. I only have one person next to me because the set of three seats is in the middle and there are only pairs of seats on the sides because it’s a smaller plane. Plus I have a glorious window! I did have to pay for this seat, but I have a nice view of the wing and everything around and below it.
Sorry the first couple blogs are probably going up all at the same time. I forgot to upload the first one during my layover.
We’re going through the safety stuff and should be taking off soon. I’ll check in later.
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Losing track of time between naps. I also can’t remember how long the flight is supposed to last. I think we’ve been in the air for almost four hours now. They have just now come around for the first time with the drink cart which I think is pretty ridiculous. Also only first class got blankets and nobody got pillows (unlike Lufthansa where everybody gets both) and there is no free food. I think they came around with pretzels but I was trying to sleep.
Anyway. The sky has been frozen in a sunrise for quite a while. It’s hard to tell from this picture, but the clouds are all red on top:
I thought we were flying over some sort of desert at first.
Okay. Time to enjoy my tea.
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The tea hit the spot. Forgot to tell you before that on my first flight, I was scared of being charged for a drink, so I just asked for hot water. It’s not something people usually ask for, so I’ve found that servers always try to supplement it. ‘Do you want some lemon with that? Some sugar? Some honey?’ To my ears, I hear, ‘Oh you poor thing. Warm water is weird. Let me just give you some makeshift free tea.’
So on my first flight, the flight attendant offered lemon with my water. I didn’t think and just dumped the whole packet of powdered lemon in without any sugar. It was horribly sour and made me have to pee so bad!
So this time around, I’m glad I splurged for the (what I now know has always been) free tea.
I think I maybe got an hour long nap in? It’s 12:15am Seattle time, so I think that means I have two more hours on the flight. Not sure if I will be able to sleep for more of it. Especially because I think the tea is black tea, which has a lot of caffeine in it.
Oh… but they are coming around again and I really want more…. Oh well. Hopefully I will be able to sleep *tonight*.
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Cool! We are arriving an hour ahead of schedule???? Too bad I’m staying in a hostel instead of an airbnb so the odds of me getting a bed early are pretty low. We’re scheduled to pull into the gate around 9am London time, and I have a show to see at the Shakespeare Globe at 2pm. Not sure what I’ll do between now and then. Adventures, I guess.
Oh, and the second tea hit the spot, too. (:
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Touch down in London. Time to do some stuff. Byeeeee.
Venlig hilsen/ best regards,
Lizzy-wa