Had to get up at 6am to catch our flight to Luton today.
We were wrecked to day the least. We both tried to get to bed early last night, but its hard to sleep when the hostel bar is pumping dance music until 5am.
Actually catching the plane to London was relativley easy, quick flight aswell. Relativley stress free.
Once in Luton, we got a couple of Pounds out so we could buy some food to sustain us for our 10 hour wait in Heathrow. Then we caught a coach from Luton to Heathrow.
The next 10 hours were some of the slowest of my life. Read 4 magazines cover to cover, a big chunk of my novel and kept drinking coffee in an attempt to pass the time and retain the seats we had managed to score in a cafe in the terminal.
Just before checking in (we didnt manage to do it last night, they messed up our tickets when they had to rearrange our flights out of adelaide and didnt let us know about it), we ran into a mate who we had been with in Paris. But both him and Sam's bags were over the 20kg limit (mine was 19.8kg). So they frantically repacked their bags, clothes and other parafanalia spread out in the terminal, and managed to transfer or throw away enough stuff to get under 20kg. Sam was wearing 5 jackets if memory serves me.
Boarded at about 10pm.
