Airport Mayhem

We arrived at Heathrow aiport at ~8AM, about 1 hour late.  We left terminal 3 by bus to go to terminal 4 where we could get our boarding passes for Air Sri Lanka, on our way to our final destination of Columbo.

We discovered after trying to get our boarding passes that the virgin airlines attendant who took Brittni’s ticket stub accidentally took the wrong one.  As a result we had to return to terminal 3 where the Virgin Atlantic booth was.  This is where things began falling apart.

My Dad was feeling lazy because he overpacked his carry on, and did not feel like dragging it over to the other terminal.  As a result he sent Brittni and myself as an emmisary to the Virgin Atlantic booth.  We left around 10 AM.

We returned to terminal 3 by bus.  Upon arriving at the Virgin Atlantic booth, we waited in a line for two hours–let me explain how the line (or queue) worked.  In front of the counter, there was a sub standard maze of poles and canvas connectors.  The maze consisted of 2 or 3 segments placed seemingly at random.  The queue stretched across the walkway.  At any given point they were calling out the names of cities, and people would push in front of the line from the back because the needed to leave Now!  It started out with “San Fran”, “Miami”, and later on “Tokyo”, etc.  When I heard them repeat “Miami” again and we hadn’t moved more then 2 feet I felt very disheartened.

Finally we got to the front of the line and we were told they did not have the correct paperwork to reprint Brittni’s ticket, but that they could get more in “10 minutes”.  They gave us meal vouchers and sent us away.  Upon returning they seemingly ignored us for 30 minutes, and then handed us the appropriate paperwork.

While trying to return to terminal 4 we discovered that there was an accident in the bus tunnel, and we could not take the bus back to terminal 4.  We were told we had to take the Heathrow express to get there which lay outside of Customs.

At security I saw a cute brown girl.  This was pretty amazing because I am not usually into brown girls.  Our eyes met and I could tell that she felt the same way.  We watched each other a couple times now and again while we went through security, but after that I lost her.

So we got through customs, and took the heathrow express to the terminal D.  We were unfortunately on the wrong side of the advanced security measures.  After locating my Dad through the information desk (the man there was very funny.  I remember him saying to my dad, “I have your kids.  THey have lost you and are looking for you), we got our boarding passes with the help of the infodesk guy.

This was when  I learned that there is an express lane through security check points.  They gave us a special sticker on our boarding pass and we cruised past everyone.  My dad found us on the other side.

December 21, 2003 • Posted in: Vacation

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