Here in the Hostel
So....the traveling was interesting. Flying Virgin Atlantic was HELLA fun, what with the on-demand TV and movies, good food, and comfortable seats. Not only that, but you get that little pouch of free cheap shit...I think it had headphones, a pen, a towelette, one of those eye cover thingies, and something else....I don't remember. I watched Will & Grace, Friends, and I watched (for the first time) Shrek 2, Mean Girls, and Big Fish. Shrek 2 was.....eh. It was OK, I guess. Mean Girls was a really good movie, especially for a teen comedy/drama/moral thing. I really enjoyed the premise, and all the characters are over-the-top, but still completely believable. Big Fish was also really good, but unfortunately it was kind of a downer for the last thing that I watched. I mean, it wasn't depressing per se, but I was definitely crying at the end.
Heathrow was....frustrating. We had to wait inside the plane 'cause they did that shitty thing where the plane parks in Timbuktu and they ship 40 people off the plane to the terminal at a time. Anyway, when I finally got to the terminal, I walked for about 15 minutes and then I realized I had gone to the wrong place, so I had to backtrack and then go back again. GRRR. The line to go through security moved so freakin' fast though.....Jesus. The line contained maybe 75 people and I was through in 15 minutes. Then I had to wait in limbo (a.k.a. the Terminal 2 lounge) and watch a monitor which would eventually tell me which gate my flight would be in. Austrian Air was fantabulous. Simple, but fantabulous. Both of the two stewards were really cute, and they served this little schnitzel snack was really cool. I sat next to the REALLy talkative Sri Lankan guy who seemed to think it was necessary to comment on everything I did. (or didn't do) For instance, when I ordered Coke with my meal, he said "don't you want wine?" and I was like "well, I don't drink" and he was like "oh".....then he commented on the fact that I asked for no ice. Then after I ate everything on my plate except my tomato and did not order tea or coffee, he said "you eat and drink very little. Are you watching your weight?" I didn't really know what to say to that...I think I gave some noncommittal response, like "um...no........."
So now I'm here at the hostel, which I managed to find despite the conflicting sets of directions. It's a nice hostel....12 beds in a room with a nice bathroom and lockers next to each bed. My suitcase is an inch short of fitting into the locker, so I have to figure out some other way to secure my stuff. Well, there's more than enough room for all the stuff that I actually can't afford to be stolen. It also looks like there are only two other people in my room, and they both look trustworthy. One is a really cute guy from Germany who is simultaneously sort of jaded towards me and also really nice. (he kept talking to me in German....did he think that I could somehow? He figured out pretty quick that I couldn't, asked me where I was from, and commenced talking to me in English.) Every time he leaves, he tells me where he's going. It's kind of funny. He was obviously taken aback by all of my luggage, since it looks like he's just backpacking it.
All right, I'm going to try and find a phone and call home! We'll see when I can actually post this to the internet!
Heathrow was....frustrating. We had to wait inside the plane 'cause they did that shitty thing where the plane parks in Timbuktu and they ship 40 people off the plane to the terminal at a time. Anyway, when I finally got to the terminal, I walked for about 15 minutes and then I realized I had gone to the wrong place, so I had to backtrack and then go back again. GRRR. The line to go through security moved so freakin' fast though.....Jesus. The line contained maybe 75 people and I was through in 15 minutes. Then I had to wait in limbo (a.k.a. the Terminal 2 lounge) and watch a monitor which would eventually tell me which gate my flight would be in. Austrian Air was fantabulous. Simple, but fantabulous. Both of the two stewards were really cute, and they served this little schnitzel snack was really cool. I sat next to the REALLy talkative Sri Lankan guy who seemed to think it was necessary to comment on everything I did. (or didn't do) For instance, when I ordered Coke with my meal, he said "don't you want wine?" and I was like "well, I don't drink" and he was like "oh".....then he commented on the fact that I asked for no ice. Then after I ate everything on my plate except my tomato and did not order tea or coffee, he said "you eat and drink very little. Are you watching your weight?" I didn't really know what to say to that...I think I gave some noncommittal response, like "um...no........."
So now I'm here at the hostel, which I managed to find despite the conflicting sets of directions. It's a nice hostel....12 beds in a room with a nice bathroom and lockers next to each bed. My suitcase is an inch short of fitting into the locker, so I have to figure out some other way to secure my stuff. Well, there's more than enough room for all the stuff that I actually can't afford to be stolen. It also looks like there are only two other people in my room, and they both look trustworthy. One is a really cute guy from Germany who is simultaneously sort of jaded towards me and also really nice. (he kept talking to me in German....did he think that I could somehow? He figured out pretty quick that I couldn't, asked me where I was from, and commenced talking to me in English.) Every time he leaves, he tells me where he's going. It's kind of funny. He was obviously taken aback by all of my luggage, since it looks like he's just backpacking it.
All right, I'm going to try and find a phone and call home! We'll see when I can actually post this to the internet!
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