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2nd October 2000| |
Sunday started late. Well, maybe not by most people's standards for a Sunday morning, but later than I'd planned. Of course, having had very little sleep the night before I could have slept for hours more.... but my flight was due to leave at 4.30pm, so I wanted to be at the airport by 2.00. Jim was still in work-mode, and had been up since 10 minutes before he went to bed.... | |  |
Jim had offered to drive me to the airport, which is about 50 miles.... but it was that or the bus, so I accepted the offer and got in the car. We drove down through the mountains to the Bay Bridge. | |  |  |
After we crossed the bridge, we drove down through SF to the airport. I found from previous experience it's a good place to go to catch planes. | |  |  |
So we arrived at the airport at 2.30pm, not bad considering the amount of traffic on the bridge.... and several big hugs and floods of tears later, I left Jim with the car and walked to check-in. So after going through the "rubber glove" treatment in security (I kept setting the metal detector off - I did tell them there's a metal bolt in my brain, but they didn't take my word for it) I sat down to relax on the plane ready for the 10 hour flight back to London. | |  |
The plane left about half an hour late - damned laid-back Californians.... and before I knew it (but later than it should have been) we were flying over San Francisco bay, over Colma and heading towards Canada. | |  |  |  |
Darkness fell as we headed off over the North Atlantic.... | |  |
After an hour or so's sleep and watching the movies on the inflight entertainment system, we re-entered daylight! | |  |  |
Then, at long last, and after the cloud finally broke for a minute - we were over rural Britain.... | |  |
We landed at Heathrow about half an hour early - I guess the wind was behind us.... and surprise surprise - I was stopped in customs. That makes a 100% record.... every time I have entered Britain at any airport, I always get stopped. When are the dim tossers that want to be customs officers ever going to realise that people who always get stopped don't try to smuggle anything back in - we get old grannies to do it instead. | |
But that aside - I didn't even have any duty free - I jumped in a taxi and headed home, arriving at about 2pm.... and imagine my dismay - my flat-mate was home. But you can't win them all! | |
*looks up flights to SF on the internet* Rob. | |
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