Sunday, 20 September 2009

The Journey to Oxford

Well, here is the start of my England blog. I decided to join the club and start a blog about all my adventures so people can read it if they'd really like to.

I have been in Oxford for close to 36 hours, and so far it has been wonderful. The road here has been very long, however. I was supposed to leave a week ago. However, my visa was delivered late. Therefore, I had to leave last Friday instead of last Sunday. It was a very annoying process.

My journey to England (besides being delayed by five days) was very, VERY long. I left at 6:30am on Friday from Kansas City and arrived in New York at around 10:30am (local time). Once off the plane, I went to retrive my baggage. Unfortunately, one of my bags had been sent to Cincinatti instead of New York and would arrive at 1:15. Awesome. Well, I had 8 hours to kill in NYC, so I decided to stick around and wait for it. While waiting, I took the airport bus to the central terminal where I ate some delicious New York pizza and spied on New Yorkers. All the rumors are true: New Yorkers are impatient and loud. Also, I bought my mom and I "I heart NYC" shirts. What else would one get in NYC?

After retrieving my luggage, I took the bus from La Guardia airport to JFK (Yes, I had to change airports and manage my own luggage...boo). Once at JFK, I really just wanted to leave. However, I had four more hours to kill. So, after waiting in a really long line to check my bags and another really long line through Security I just sat at my gate playing Solitaire. I was ready to get on the plane and GO.

Finally, at 6:50pm, I got onto my plane (with free pillows and blankets...Huzzah!). I sat next to a cute old British lady who was headed to see her mother. Most of the ride over the ocean, I slept (though not deeply). Then, the sun began to rise as we flew over Ireland. It was gorgeous. Around 6:50 we had made it to Heathrow airport.

After getting off the plane, I made it through Immigration just fine. That is what I was most worried about. I worried I would screw something up, but it was cake. I talked to this cute Russian girl in the long line to the border. She offered to share a taxi with me, but unfortunately I had to decline. Instead, I needed to take a bus to Oxford City.

The bus ride was pretty, but also long. I fell asleep. I woke once we got to Oxford, and got off at the final stop. I drug my weight in luggage to the Warner's house and had finally arrived.

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