So this is London
I made it. I took the plunge and came out to the UK on my own. It should be fun, but I’m tired cause I didn’t sleep well on the plane. Why didn’t I sleep well? Probably because the guy sitting next to me was stinky and HUGE. His arms spilled over into my space frequently and half the time his elbow was poking me in the ribs. My Economy Plus seats never seemed so small. Out of a 6.5 hour flight, I think I only got 2 hours sleep. After a while, I got fed up and because I couldn’t sleep, I was pretty restless. I think I started making things very uncomfortable for him too cause I was moving around so much and bumping his ridiculously intrusive elbow.
Anyway, since I couldn’t sleep I pulled out my netbook and picked a movie to watch from my harddrive: ‘Knowing’ was my selection, starring Nic Cage. I got 1/3 way into the movie and it donned on me that this was a highly inappropriate movie to watch on the plane as it was full of doom and destruction. There was even a scene with a plane crash and I felt a little uneasy about watching it, but I powered through it. Since most people were probably sleeping, I didn’t think I would rile anyone up. It was a better movie than I thought it would be.
Now’s the time I should mention the dreaded airplane lavatory. I almost never use it when I fly, but on longer flights such as this one, I had to use it cause I needed to tinkle. When I got up to go, all of them were vacant so I had 4 to choose from on the 777. I picked the big fucking worse one. Someone had bled on the toilet seat and to top it off, their attempt at cleaning it was piss-poor at best. Totally disgusting. I did my business and that was the last time I got up.
I’m in the hotel now. It’s nice and modern and clean. I’ve been here too long so I’m going to venture out to find some grub. Take care! ~ AC
