Leaving today for Britain. Oh the mad excitement of international travel. First there's the endless night of crossing the Atlantic and then Customs. For some reason I really get into that whole "nothing to declare" "something to declare" thing. I think I watched Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown too many times as a child. Then comes the crazy adjustment to a new time zone where midnight feels like the middle of the afternoon. It's like going down the rabbit hole.
Posted by linnea at May 25, 2005 12:36 PM | TrackBackHeathrow is a living nightmare for me. I can't stand being in that place.
Then again, you can't get to the holy land without going through it. I envy you.
Posted by: steele at May 25, 2005 12:51 PMStinkyPants, isn't it Heathrow that has that new naked x-ray technology? I imagine you're very excited about being on the front lines of this new form of exhibitionism. ;-) Cheerio my darling! I miss you so much.
Posted by: Jade Barfhead at May 25, 2005 1:12 PMI just got done trying to do a virtual tour of a Roman villa with 8th grade boys and they get really stuck on the whole idea of 'baths' being a social thing. They cannot associate it with what we might do at a pool! And I try to say without expounding on virtue or lack of virtue that Europeans have a different sense of propriety than Americans. I am never going to explain the airport surveillance to them!!!! LOL
Have fun 'bashing around Glasgow'!
sadly I will be flying directly to Glasgow, but maybe Glasgow is really up on new technology and has already gotten those new naked x-ray things.
Posted by: linnea at May 25, 2005 1:39 PMI get really into "nothing to declare", too. But I think I've seen "French Kiss" too many times.
I love flying over with fake night and fake morning. It always reminds me of when we played house as kids and we have nighttime in which we'd all lie down, pretend to sleep for about 10 secs, and then somebody would say "morning!" and it would be morning. Like on the airplane, they dim the lights, and then the stewards say "morning!" and voila! it's morning.
Bon voyage!
Posted by: Jeannette at May 25, 2005 1:57 PMI always want to know where my 7 hours went..."Where've my 7 hours got to?" I ask when I land. "I had them with me when I left." I always seem to be misplacing a third of my day on the plane, and I can never quite understand where those 7 hours go--the mysteries of time traveling.
Posted by: funkefreak at May 25, 2005 3:03 PMHave a faboo time, in the very Animaniacal sense that I mean it. I'll leave international travel reminiscences to others, as I really don't have any worth speaking of. If you come across any fabulous teas.. well.. you know what to do :)
Posted by: mott at May 25, 2005 3:25 PMGrrrr...straight to Glasgow? Now I'm really envious. Think you could maybe bottle some of their air for me? I miss it there...alot.
Posted by: steele at May 26, 2005 8:02 AM