7:30 pm (NJ local time)
Got to the airport three hours before my flight. Continental did not give me a boarding pass to print, which stressed me out for a bit; but now that I am sitting comfortably waiting at my gate, I am 25 % relaxed. I am still worried because I need to arrive in time at Heathrow. I had to get my luggage and then go from Terminal 4 to Terminal 5 to catch my next flight to Frankfurt. As I walked to my gate from security, I passed a flight flying directly to Frankfurt. Secretly, I was wishing that I was boarding that plane. So many things in life are unexpected; who knew I was going to meet someone from Germany.
*I will be logging about my day after the fact and I will try to keep it in chronological order, please forgive me if I jump around as I remember the incidences.
On the way to the airport, my Daddy drove us passed the control tower. After this week's fiasco of blizzardly weather, they must be super busy. It really isn't as simple as the iphone game, Flight Control, where I draw a path for the planes to land. I haven't beaten the high score of 78 planes, and these people land more than 78 a day.
We were delayed for two hours, but we finally took off. I love sitting by the window just because I can look out and see the clouds and small lights. Overall, the flight was good. For those that have flown with me know that I hate flying, but I love that rush you feel when the plane is taking off.
|View from plane after take off|
|When we first started.|
|When we were almost there.|
11:30 am ( London local time)
plane landed in London Heathrow
went through customs? immigration? I don't know what its called. I love getting my passport stamped. My only pet peeve is when they do not stamp in the next available spot. I have China and Paris stamps in this passport too- now London.
got my luggage
Right now I am sitting on a train to get to terminal 5. Pretending that 5 hours is not so far away. While looking for the train, I saw signs that said 'Platform'. It reminded me of Harry Potter; I was so tempted to go look for nine and three quarters. While waiting at Terminal 5, a random Asian man came up to me and asked me where I was going. Super creepy, because when I told him Frankfurt, he was surprised and said 'no Beijing?' Funny moment of the day I would say. Just because I look Chinese, it does not mean I am always going to China!
|State of mind: 60 % relaxed|
We arrived early, but immigration took forever. I had two women during this travel period cut me. All I know about them is they are from country that has red passports. Everyone is waiting in a long line, it isn't just them that is in a hurry; that annoyed me, but I decided to not say anything. This sometimes makes me wonder if I am cut out for the cut throat, competitive business world.
So my first few thoughts on Germany:
I have never had a plane park and we would deplaned and be loaded onto a bus that took us to the terminal. I only imaged it would happen in warm places like Miami and Florida. Next were the amount of fur coats the people arriving had on. I was chuckling because I think it was a coincidence that so many women were wearing similar coats. Last thought was about how fast cars travel on the highways.
*note: its in kilometers-130 mph
December 31, 2010
12:00 pm (German local time)
|Cute little store not too far from Martin's home|
|Sausages at the market|
|Pasta Head People|
|Not the season yet.|
|The view as we were walking|
|A little stone shelter along the path|