Day 17: Hung
I thought I was going to miss my flight. I was prepared to just buy another for later on. There was no way I could get out to the taxi I had already ordered, and then make it to the airport without any major catastrophes.
Thank goodness Marvin was on hand to give me an inspirational team talk about how I could do it and to stop talking nonsense.
He was right. But I hated the world. The sushi I ordered had unripe avocado. The line I opted to choose to go through customs in appeared to go slowest. Then the plane was delayed 1 hour 30 minutes - WITH US ALREADY ON BOARD. It was excruciating. I went to the bathroom to take off as many layers as possible because I was severely overheating and perspiring intensely.
Then this English guy was next to me and he kept talking to me. I actually think he was really nice and am quite interested in his story on hindsight. But at the time, I hated that he wanted to talk to me. I wanted to not find me interesting. I wanted him to stop telling me that he too, was feeling dehydrated, because there was no way it could be coming close to mine.
I must've asked for about 7 full glasses of ice. I slept.
I landed in Heathrow with still no place to stay. I met up with Bridget and caught up over some more Japanese food. It wasn't great, but it was very expensive. I don't think I was very good company and I thought the last thing I needed was to go into a hostel and deal with more people, so I treated myself to a hotel. To sleep. Forever.
Thank goodness Marvin was on hand to give me an inspirational team talk about how I could do it and to stop talking nonsense.
He was right. But I hated the world. The sushi I ordered had unripe avocado. The line I opted to choose to go through customs in appeared to go slowest. Then the plane was delayed 1 hour 30 minutes - WITH US ALREADY ON BOARD. It was excruciating. I went to the bathroom to take off as many layers as possible because I was severely overheating and perspiring intensely.
Then this English guy was next to me and he kept talking to me. I actually think he was really nice and am quite interested in his story on hindsight. But at the time, I hated that he wanted to talk to me. I wanted to not find me interesting. I wanted him to stop telling me that he too, was feeling dehydrated, because there was no way it could be coming close to mine.
I must've asked for about 7 full glasses of ice. I slept.
I landed in Heathrow with still no place to stay. I met up with Bridget and caught up over some more Japanese food. It wasn't great, but it was very expensive. I don't think I was very good company and I thought the last thing I needed was to go into a hostel and deal with more people, so I treated myself to a hotel. To sleep. Forever.
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