Lord allmighty and St Peter in high heels, god damn both British Airways and Heathrow ! And the weather, fuck the weather.
When we finaly started boarding the BA flght outta OSL, things where looking good. 10 mnutes late – thats nothing. But then the captain went for the mic, and informed us that there was fog in London. So it was tons of delays, including us. They had known this all along, but found it best to stuff us together in a flight then let us roam free at OSL. So, 1 hour 15 min waiting in the plane before takeoff. Allready now I knew us to be fucked.
We brought out the M&M, just a small fix to take the edge off. But the high was short lived and after a quick chatt with one of the stewards we pretty much knew that we would never ever catch the flight from London to Austin.
We get to this hellhole know as Heathrow and its utter caos, there is 20 plus flight canceled and the rest is delayed. Funny enough, the flight leaving for Austin was on time..so no help there. :),, anyways we are treated as cattle, nobody knows where and how. 4 different ques and 3 different types of psychopats «manageing lines and people» we end up with a purplr haird lady putting on a Houston flight that «leaves very soon, hurry». The whole thing feels like a fucked up intervall training session on both the physical and emotional level.
We got some vouchers and managed to throw back a beer before boarding the plane, not getting the emergency seats in the front, and after some hours ending up DELAYED into Houston — missing the Houston Austin flight by 30 minutes,
The Red Kia, and three ours later we are in Austin – just in time for the closing of all bars. But we got here,,yes, 🙂 . And its hot, and tomorrow it will be sunny.
