It would be strange and out of the ordinary if my first
international flight went really well and didn’t go terribly uncomfortable and
strange. SO—let’s start with the snogging ya?
On the flight to London I was seated next to a British male
who for some reason was a bit enthralled with me….a little too enthralled. So
on this 8 hour flight, I would say the two of us went through all stages of the
typical romantic relationship process from the beginning self-disclosures to
the awkward break up. After 2 hours of grilling and personal sharing, the lights
were finally turned off and I was snuggled up in my blanket about to go to my
happy place. Then super British Harry Potter sound’n homeboy to my left
whispers, “Do you consider yourself spontaneous?” Cringing I know what’s coming
and try to select a very safe answer, such as “It depends on the context.” Literally
an inch away from mama’s face he responds, “Would you like to snog on the
plane?” After I repeatedly declined, I then find myself having the “But can we
still be friends” talk with a complete stranger.
Thus the
theme of odd encounters has been set for my Londony adventure!!
So far
London is a great place where baby Macklemores in tight pants are on every
corner and where the chance of a juiced-up pigeon flying off with me to
my death is fairly likely.
After doing
the touristy things like a double decker tour bus that gives some good whiplash,
I am determined to become a local.
But first I have learned the following:
I need to work on my inside voice on the tube…I mean chube…I
mean what, where am I?
Always take an entourage to Hogwarts
British people don’t hydrate so always accept any kind of
liquid available…like a rain puddle or in this case a milkshake
The time change NEVER GETS EASIER
More to come lata......
