Living a Nightmare...
Have you ever watched those movies that just get worse and worse and the problems just never seem to end? I got the privilege of living one of those movies. Lucky me.
I bought a flight to Scotland from London (I've been living with my bff Valerie and her sister Jade and her sister's friend Rebecca for the last two weeks in their flat and going around with them to Bath and Notting Hill and all over London) and was just going to meet the girls in Glasgow, Scotland because they already had their rail passes and we were going to fly out the following night to Dublin from Scotland. So I decided that, instead of going to sleep, I'd just leave at 2:30am and have plenty of time to make it to the airport at 6:40am. Little did I know that what should have taken about an hour and a half took 4 hours and I still missed my flight. So like I said, I left at 2:30am and walked to the bus station that this supposedly "correct" website told me to go to, only to find out from the bus driver that i was supposed to be at another one across the street. He told me he'd just "loop around" and drop me off at the other one, but instead he took me on his whole route through London! He told me he was just dropping me off at the other coach bus station that would take me directly to the airport. He dropped me off at the coach bus stop and told me the bus would be coming any minute. I looked at the sign and there was not even any mention of any airport drop-off and not any mention of any of those buses even running at that wretched hour of the night (it was 4am by now). So there I was, unsure of what to do next after waiting for at least 45 minutes for the bus. After asking a few clueless bus drivers, I finally decided to leave and go find someone who actually knew some right information. I happened to see a police car in the park, so I went up to them and asked them if the coach buses even ran at this hour of the night. The buses didn't, of course. Just my luck. They told me what bus to catch and what train to catch to get to the airport, but I had no clue where this bus stop was, so even though they said they could get in a lot of trouble, they had me hop in and turned on their lights and drove me to the stop and made sure it was the right bus for me to get on. Riding in the London police car was definitely the biggest perk in that 24-hour period... After getting on the right bus (finally), we were once again stopped multiple times because a drunk guy kept pushing the "stop" button and yelling who knows what and kept prying the bus doors open. Finally someone had to physically hurt him to get him off the bus. I couldn't help but almost laugh at how much bad luck I could have in one night. I was pretty confident that I was already going to be too late to get on my flight. Then I missed my bus stop because the signs weren't readable and the bus driver wasn't clear about when i was supposed to get off, so I had to get on another bus and travel 15 minutes back and catch the train to the airport. It was 5:55am by this time...the exact time that i had to be checking in for my flight before it was too late. I decided to just take the train anyway...I had hope that maybe my flight was delayed (which it wasn't of course). I got to the airport at 6:40am, the exact time that my flight was taking off. So there I was, not sure whether to laugh or cry. I booked the next flight out, which cost another $100 because I missed my flight (policy), which was more than my actual flight had cost! Then I headed straight to security and got searched and had to go back out of security and come back in again only to be searched again. Unbelievable. Then I got to my gate and was one of the last people to board! I almost missed that flight as well!! Finally I got to Glasgow, Scotland and it was rainy and dreary and not the greatest city to be alone and cold and tired in. But I made the most of it and went on a double decker bus through the city. I had to take a train from the airport to the actual city (I had to meet the girls there) and I passed a lot of cute Scottish towns but wasn't able to go to them. Next time. Then because of the rail system and a whole 'nother ordeal, Val barely made it on our flight that night out from Scotland to Dublin, Ireland. She made it with about 5 minutes to spare but had to take a $170 taxi ride to make it to our flight on time.
When we finally made it to Dublin, we had to sleep in the Dublin airport because there was absolutely NO accomodation anywhere in Dublin because it was the biggest weekend ever for the Irish because there was a soccer event going on. So we slept in the airport cafeteria and had the pleasure of waking up to people eating all around us. What more could we want?
Living a Nightmare...
Have you ever watched those movies that just get worse and worse and the problems just never seem to end? I got the privilege of living one of those movies. Lucky me.
I bought a flight to Scotland from London (I've been living with my bff Valerie and her sister Jade and her sister's friend Rebecca for the last two weeks in their flat and going around with them to Bath and Notting Hill and all over London) and was just going to meet the girls in Glasgow, Scotland because they already had their rail passes and we were going to fly out the following night to Dublin from Scotland. So I decided that, instead of going to sleep, I'd just leave at 2:30am and have plenty of time to make it to the airport at 6:40am. Little did I know that what should have taken about an hour and a half took 4 hours and I still missed my flight. So like I said, I left at 2:30am and walked to the bus station that this supposedly "correct" website told me to go to, only to find out from the bus driver that i was supposed to be at another one across the street. He told me he'd just "loop around" and drop me off at the other one, but instead he took me on his whole route through London! He told me he was just dropping me off at the other coach bus station that would take me directly to the airport. He dropped me off at the coach bus stop and told me the bus would be coming any minute. I looked at the sign and there was not even any mention of any airport drop-off and not any mention of any of those buses even running at that wretched hour of the night (it was 4am by now). So there I was, unsure of what to do next after waiting for at least 45 minutes for the bus. After asking a few clueless bus drivers, I finally decided to leave and go find someone who actually knew some right information. I happened to see a police car in the park, so I went up to them and asked them if the coach buses even ran at this hour of the night. The buses didn't, of course. Just my luck. They told me what bus to catch and what train to catch to get to the airport, but I had no clue where this bus stop was, so even though they said they could get in a lot of trouble, they had me hop in and turned on their lights and drove me to the stop and made sure it was the right bus for me to get on. Riding in the London police car was definitely the biggest perk in that 24-hour period... After getting on the right bus (finally), we were once again stopped multiple times because a drunk guy kept pushing the "stop" button and yelling who knows what and kept prying the bus doors open. Finally someone had to physically hurt him to get him off the bus. I couldn't help but almost laugh at how much bad luck I could have in one night. I was pretty confident that I was already going to be too late to get on my flight. Then I missed my bus stop because the signs weren't readable and the bus driver wasn't clear about when i was supposed to get off, so I had to get on another bus and travel 15 minutes back and catch the train to the airport. It was 5:55am by this time...the exact time that i had to be checking in for my flight before it was too late. I decided to just take the train anyway...I had hope that maybe my flight was delayed (which it wasn't of course). I got to the airport at 6:40am, the exact time that my flight was taking off. So there I was, not sure whether to laugh or cry. I booked the next flight out, which cost another $100 because I missed my flight (policy), which was more than my actual flight had cost! Then I headed straight to security and got searched and had to go back out of security and come back in again only to be searched again. Unbelievable. Then I got to my gate and was one of the last people to board! I almost missed that flight as well!! Finally I got to Glasgow, Scotland and it was rainy and dreary and not the greatest city to be alone and cold and tired in. But I made the most of it and went on a double decker bus through the city. I had to take a train from the airport to the actual city (I had to meet the girls there) and I passed a lot of cute Scottish towns but wasn't able to go to them. Next time. Then because of the rail system and a whole 'nother ordeal, Val barely made it on our flight that night out from Scotland to Dublin, Ireland. She made it with about 5 minutes to spare but had to take a $170 taxi ride to make it to our flight on time.
When we finally made it to Dublin, we had to sleep in the Dublin airport because there was absolutely NO accomodation anywhere in Dublin because it was the biggest weekend ever for the Irish because there was a soccer event going on. So we slept in the airport cafeteria and had the pleasure of waking up to people eating all around us. What more could we want?
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