The trek up...

Man, was never designed to fly
If we were, im sure we would have evolved to have feathers, or wings by now...
Or jets, that are fueled from our food intake...or something to that extent
But no
We have feet and legs for a reason.
WE ARE MEANT TO STAY ON THE GROUND

Today, was slightly, completely and totally stressful in varying degrees of stress.
It wasn't as bad as dragging several suitcases to Heathrow airport in the evening and sleeping on the floor over night...and it wasn't as bad as doing ANYTHING in France...but I will admit, i was slightly panicky.

It started this morning, when alex had to go to her college to print off her ticket, and check in...
I stayed back at her apartment, because she had to cycle there, and would have to cycle back anyway. But when she didn't come back for ages, i got a little, a lot worried...thinking that we were going to miss our train...and everything getting messed up.
But that was all ok, because while she was out she went to the train station and got our tickets...so that saved us time. We left the apartment and went to 'the cafe' and had a lovely breakfast with Chelsea :)
Then walked down to the train station...no bother.
Got the train to Lindou, no problem...everything was fine, made it there in time for our connecting train...grand

It was this connecting train where the trouble started. It was just. going. so. slow...
And yeh, sure, i got a good aul look at the scenery passing the window at a snail's pace, but inside i was freaking out because i new that if we didn't get to the next train station by a certain time, we mite be forking out a small fortune for a taxi to bring us the rest of the way...
We eventually got to the station where we needed to pick up our next connecting train, 15 minutes AFTER our train had left...not to worry...there was another one in half an hour...alex went to go make sure, absolute sure...
while she was away, the boards all changed AS A TRAIN WAS PULLING INTO THE STATION ... Memmingham, the boards all said...in a panic, thinking the approaching train was ours, i ran to the top of the stairs where alex had disappeared, and started calling her...much to the horror of a 10-12 year old boy who was climbing the stairs...
Of course this was not the train that we needed...but as i have NO shame...i just went down the stairs to find her...
Eventually, the train arrived, but as neither of us know enough german to understand an old man on an intercom saying
"this train spits into three...the first bit is to memmingham...the second to blah and the third to blah blah...make sure you get on the right bit or your screwed"...there was a tad bit of panic there as well...but once again...it was fine....we got on the right bit, only cuz we followed Germans who were just as confused as we were :)
That train journey was short enough and grand...but when we got to memmingham, eventhough all alex wanted was a subway...it wasn't going to happen...because we literally had 5 minutes to grab the bus to the airport..and fleck knows where the nearest subway was...
So, hopped on the bus...sat back and waited...the airport, which is about 4kilometers outside of the town...is ever so slightly bigger then knock airport...oh, so slightly...
For some reason i beeped going though the security bit...cant figure out why...the wired in my bra maybe...but yeh...they really searched me, quite throughly...with her little bleeping paddle and hand sweeps...even my converse beeped...which i don't understand...they've never done that before...but she was happy enough to let me through, so that was ok...
My bag wouldn't fit easily into the Ryan air thingy...so i went into the bathroom and piled on a load of clothes...because i just didn't want to have to pay any extra...and i didn't want any hassle...
So, dressed in basically 4 complete outfits...winter coat, snood and new arm/leg warmers...i must have looked like the abominable snowman...and waiting in the que...with THAT many layers...i was seeing little yellow canaries circling my head...
Once on the plane i basically stripped everything off, because i would have died if i had to sit in that many clothes for two hours...me and al got 3 seats to ourselves...i got window, and she got aisle...and one in the middle...I love the window seat...i love looking outside and taking pictures and just...looking...

Take off was smooth...there was what i was assuming, a stag party sitting across the aisle from us...they had brought on their own little clear plastic bottles of vodka...gin...rum...and whatever else...and they were taking shots and passing them around amongst themselves...
there was a pile of kids...well...like 15..16..17 year olds sitting behind us, and making noise...moving around...standing in the asiles in the way of the hostesses...taking pictures of each other and everyone else...and just being unnecessarily rude and loud and obnoxious...
so...on went the headphones...as alex tried to sleep...and out came my camera so i could take pictures of the mountains and clouds and all the pretty ness...