So it has been an eventful past 2 days. Flew to Singapore then to London. Flights were great and the food was as good as airline food can be. The flight from Auckland to Singapore was worrying as in the same row as myself there was lady with a toddler in the middle section. Toddler was quiet the whole time. Great success! I also no understand the mysteries of tray tables and entertainment screens with front row and exit row seats!
Cue flight from Singapore to London. Had a bloke next to me who was friendly enough and a small Singaporean lady to the right of me. Yes middle seat. Not ideal but someone has to do it. With about 3 hours to go there was a bit of drama. A lady locked herself in the toilet and refused to come out while her male travelling companion, flight attendants, and a large queue of people wanting to use the bathroom waited outside.
Heathrow airport is again quite large. Bearing in mind the airport I have been to the most is Auckland. Having been to Bangkok airport I understand these things get quite large. But as large as it is, the queue for immigration was very long and took about an hour.
I then got to go on the tube! Man how cool is that thing. It was about time everyone was knocking off work so as soon as I could I grabbed a seat with all my baggage and chilled out. Managed to do a switch of lines and eeverything! I reccomend it as a way to get from Heathrow to the city centre.
Waiting at the tube station when I got of was none other than Mr Peter Rosser who moved to London earlier this year. Was good to catch up. Went to a pub that boasted 70+ whiskeys and made a pretty good pizza. On the way walked past the Tower of London and over tower bridge. Ended up catching a cab back to the hostel as I was feeling a bit spent. The rest of the London site seeing will have to wait until the 2nd July.
After getting back to the hostel I decided it was probably time to catch some zzzzzz. My room mates for the night turned up a bit later and intros were in order. Ross, Alex, Nick, and Dan. Bunch of good blokes and we are already getting on like a house on fire.
After a breakfast of breadrolls with Nutella we hopped on the bus bound for Dover where we would jump on the Ferry as foot passengers and then go forth to Calais. The cliffs at Dover are really something else. You have to see them to understand.
Arrived in Calais to find our tour bus and Gaz the bus driver were late because of traffic and driving through to Paris it is easy to see why. Parisian drivers may actually be worse than Auckland drivers when it rains.
Sitting here now in the hotel waiting to go out to dinner which may include snails. So that will certainly be different!
Photos:
Tray tables!
Wait at iimmigration
Underground
Me and Peter
Dover
This is just the beginning!
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