The English Experience Day 1 & 2

Day 1:
Well it was an adventure (both days were) as we, my mother and I, almost missed our flight to Montreal. Sure. We could have left earlier, but we couldn't help the fact that the express lanes of the highway were completely closed and everyone who didn't read the warning signs or listen about it on the radio (which was, not surprisingly, the majority of the drivers), they were trying to merge into the collector lanes...ALL AT THE SAME TIME. But we made it with an hour and a half to spare, but of course, there's more. There was a long line for the boarding passes, luggage check and security. Just our luck.
So we made it to Montreal and chilled out in the Air Canada lounge, patiently awaiting our next flight.
Now that's something I lack. Patience. I don't have a lot of it, and there is so much waiting. So I was good. I waited for the planes without complaint, with the exception of, "I'm tirreeedddd...*yawn*"
My mother and I made it on to Swiss Air, Business Class (*cue angelic music*). That was fabulous. Not only do you get to pick what you want for dinner and breakfast, but they also bring you champagne and chocoloates and they are SO NICE.
So that brings us to ...

Day 2:
We flew overnight to Zurich, then waited 5 hours to get on another connection flight to Heathrow airport.
We made it to the airport and the hotel in one piece. And let me tell you, London is magnificent!
But there were some downsides to the day...
We got to the hotel at 2:30 p.m. and we found out (after we unpacked) that our shower didn't work. Now let me ask you, after travelling for two days, do you think you coul tolerate another whole day without a shower? Well I couldn't. So we moved to a suite (fancy schmancy - it's really very nice) but we can only stay here for two nights before they move us again...
And to top it all off, for dinner we went to an Indian restaurant, and the service was...not fair? Everyone around us was served with speed but we were neglected. And why is that? Well we shall not know for sure, but my mother realised that we were the only all-female group there...

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I wanted to make this blog funny. But that's kind of hard when you're exhausted. So I'll try again tomorrow at High Tea and on the London Eye. Wish me luck.

Goodnight from London.
- Melissa (Judy0

Growl

I hate it when people say: "I'm tired."
They have no fucking clue what being tired means.
I know this sounds harsh, but I have been tired for over a year, I know exactly what it feels like. You can't beat CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) - its a one hit knock out.
So stop challenging me. I don't want to hear it.

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