Day 1 - London
So I arrive in London early in the morning after sweating through 8 hours of Air Transat's narrow seats. The window didn't make up for it as I was angled slightly to the left so as not to have my head touch the glass. Also, since droppiing his seat into recline the second the seatbelt light went off, I was forced to sniff the hair of the guy in front of me the whole flight. Fortunately for me, he used Pantene Pro V with conditioner before getting on the plane so it wasn't completely unpleasant.
The arrival at the circa 1962 Gatwick Airport (LGW) wasn't bad. There were some nice vistas of English countryside to take in before touching down which I thoroughly enjoyed. I did say to ***** that I was going to meet him at a specific time at the Starbucks in Victoria Station so I had to hurry. Customs was routine, and I could have sworn that the agent even asked me if I already had my Gatwick Express tickets, and if not he could sell me one.
With a little more research, I could have figured out that Southwest Trains runs service into Victoria Station for half the price of the Gatwick Express but with the steep steep penalty of it taking all of 3 minutes longer. Oh well, lesson learned, but I hit the Starbucks with about a minute to spare.
London was on a tight schedule. It was supposed to consist of a walk from Victoria Station to Waterloo Station, so on that walk we saw these wonderful sights.
Buckingham Palace
Westminster Abbey
Road Construction (I'm a Transportation Engineer... BACK OFF!)
Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament
and the London Eye among other things.
I have to admit that London buses are just so friggen cool.
In my panicked state of wanting to cram as much stuff as I could, I booked the Eurostar tunnel train to Paris for 1pm, which worked out to almost 6 hours in London for me. ***** arrived a day earlier and probably hooked up with some poor girl that never saw him coming.
The train was ridiculously fast, which was kind of a thrill for me. Technology just blows me away and trains (I am not a train geek) fascinate me. I had a train set when I was a kid, shoot me. We shared a booth type of seating arrangement with a couple from the Midlands heading to paris for a few days. I hope the girl wasn't too jealous since I fell asleep in the seat and my head somehow wound up on her boyfriend's shoulder. I am not gay. He wasn't my type anyway.
Day 2 - Paris... Stay Tuned
The arrival at the circa 1962 Gatwick Airport (LGW) wasn't bad. There were some nice vistas of English countryside to take in before touching down which I thoroughly enjoyed. I did say to ***** that I was going to meet him at a specific time at the Starbucks in Victoria Station so I had to hurry. Customs was routine, and I could have sworn that the agent even asked me if I already had my Gatwick Express tickets, and if not he could sell me one.
With a little more research, I could have figured out that Southwest Trains runs service into Victoria Station for half the price of the Gatwick Express but with the steep steep penalty of it taking all of 3 minutes longer. Oh well, lesson learned, but I hit the Starbucks with about a minute to spare.
London was on a tight schedule. It was supposed to consist of a walk from Victoria Station to Waterloo Station, so on that walk we saw these wonderful sights.
Buckingham Palace
Westminster Abbey
Road Construction (I'm a Transportation Engineer... BACK OFF!)
Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament
and the London Eye among other things.
I have to admit that London buses are just so friggen cool.
In my panicked state of wanting to cram as much stuff as I could, I booked the Eurostar tunnel train to Paris for 1pm, which worked out to almost 6 hours in London for me. ***** arrived a day earlier and probably hooked up with some poor girl that never saw him coming.
The train was ridiculously fast, which was kind of a thrill for me. Technology just blows me away and trains (I am not a train geek) fascinate me. I had a train set when I was a kid, shoot me. We shared a booth type of seating arrangement with a couple from the Midlands heading to paris for a few days. I hope the girl wasn't too jealous since I fell asleep in the seat and my head somehow wound up on her boyfriend's shoulder. I am not gay. He wasn't my type anyway.
Day 2 - Paris... Stay Tuned
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