Super late update...Continuing

Thursday

11:30 am Prague Time

10:30 am London Time

Location: Heathrow Airport

Well I got here all right. This morning was rather adventurous. For some reason or another, my alarm did not go off. I am almost 100% sure I set it, because I remember figuring 4:45am would be good for leaving by 5:30am, and then what that would be in Phoenix time since my phone didn’t change time zones. Whatever happened, it didn’t go off and sometime around 5:50am I am awoken by a knocking on the door. Ali gets up and it’s Kelly and David. They are looking at us strangely and asking if we should be gone already. I thought they were joking, playing some kind of light hearted joke. But no. They weren’t. It was 5:50am. A sense of panic sets in and Ali and I start to scramble. Kelly or David, I don’t know who, gets Julia who is the main dorm organizer super star lady and she calls a cab for us (and gave me 500 crown for the cab, since Ali and I had no money left) and I rush through what I had originally given myself 45 minutes for. We didn’t get to print our boarding passes, but as far as I can tell nothing was forgotten. We were originally going to take the metro to a bus station to go to the airport for cheap, so I guess we should have made sure someone else knew so we could have had a backup plan. The one time in my life that I can remember missing an alarm. Ridiculous.

The cab ended up being 668 kcz, and aside from Julia’s 500, we had about 250 between the two of us. Thank Julia. I’m going to make her brownies. At the airport there was basically no one so we went right up to the British Airways counter to check our bags. Because I bought some stuff I decided it would just make my life easier to check my backpack. Unfortunately I have to pick it up in Dallas and re check it to Phoenix, I am hoping I have enough time in between flights. We met up with 3 other people there and we all got a bit to eat. I had a yummy chocolate muffin and blew the remaining 55 kcz I had. I now have a 2 kcz piece for my scrapbook.

The flight was good save my right ear plugging up most painfully for the last…30 minutes at least. The whole time all I could think about what my friend who said her ears exploded or something on a plane and she blacked out. That would just be too inconvenient for me right now. The flight from Prague to London was 1 hour 35 minutes and I gained an hour.

Now I am sitting in Heathrow waiting to see what gate I need to go to. It makes me really nervous that they don’t announce them until only an hour or two before. And I’m not even 100% sure when my flight leaves. As far as I can tell it’s 12:15 departure time and the gate opens at 10:55. It’s 10:41 so I just have to wait to see where my gate is.

I’m really afraid of blowing my nose now because my ears are both unplugged and I would like to keep them that way. Ugh.

There is no internet that I am able to connect to here so I am just typing this in word and I’ll post it in the blog when I get home, or maybe when I’m in Dallas.

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10:56 and it still says “gate opens at 10:55”

Le sigh

Ok, so I'm finishing this story on July 20th because I'm slow and my daily 9 to 5 internship and raiding schedule are keeping me busy. 

I made my flight from London to Dallas and it was fine. I got food before the flight and the nice lady talked to me about my panda debit card and kept calling me madame. 

I slept on and off the whole flight, it wasn't nearly as pleasant as my flight to London. And unfortunately, I was sitting in the middle seat and I hate asking the isle seat to move if I need to get up. My ears were fine again until the last 30 minutes and it was awful. I was holding my ears and one of the flight attendants asked me if my ears were plugged and told me to hold my nose and blow air to pop them. I said thanks but in my mind I was like, "you don't think I've tried to pop them? Do I look like I'm enjoying the feeling of my eyes bugging out of my head?" 

Dallas is where the fun starts. 

I picked up my bag and got to the gate. My phone said I had 3 hours until my plane started boarding. I grabbed some McDonald's and sat around for a bit. There was a little spa right across from my gate so I decided to get a pedicure. At some point I noticed the clock in the salon was an hour ahead of my phone. But, phones get their time based on a signal, right? So, my phone must be correct. 

I spent about an hour sitting in the massage chair and letting my pretty teal-blue toes dry before I went back to the gate. 

So I was sitting there, looking at my phone as it closed in to the time to depart. It was weird because I didn't hear anyone making announcements. I waited a while before I asked the guy  next to me if he knew when the boarding for Phoenix was starting. He said he had no idea because he was going to Fresno. Fresno? Why was he at my gate? So I went to ask the lady and she said the flight to Phoenix had moved gates. It wasn't that far away so I walked as fast as I could. Out the window of the new gate I see the plane leaving. I go up to the lady, knowing what she is going to say. She said it departed. I missed it by like 5 minutes. So there I am in the airport and I'm trying not to cry. I ask her if there is another flight to Phoenix. Not until 8am the next morning. Great. She says there is one going to Tucson in 15 minutes that I should be able to make. She did something on the computer and said I was on that flight and just had to get over there. I don't think it's normal to get a free flight, but I probably looked pathetic and she probably felt bad for me. 

So I am frantically calling my boyfriend and dad trying to see if someone can pick me up in Tucson in 2 hours. When I get to the new terminal the lady says there are 2 men that haven't shown up and if they do I don't get on the plane. One guy shows up. Luckily I got on. 

So I'm still crying because it's practically been a 24 hour day and I'm wearing wedges and my bags are heavy and my nose is runny and I ran out of tissue. So of course I get the emergency exit seat. I'm the one who would have to hoist the 50 pound door and throw it aside to save all the innocent people on the plane. I hope everyone felt safe. I also felt really bad for the business guy who I was sitting next to who probably thought I was mental. 

All in all I slept through the whole flight and my ears didn't even bug me. My dad was able to pick me up and I got to bed after 11pm. It was a long day.