When I got to the airport I had about two hours before my flight and headed to the American Airlines counter. I stood there for 30 minutes before I realized that my connection from Heathrow was on American and my departure from Brussels was on British Airways. I swiftly adjusted and made it through the British Airways line. After placing my bags on the scale, the agent pointed out that the Wheel Box was 1 kilo heavy and it had to be adjusted. After opening up both the bike and wheel boxes and getting the weights squared away I had to re-tape the Wheel box. I had plenty strapping tape to do the job……what I lacked was some sharp implement to cut the tape…..airports frown on knives and scissors. Having selected the strapping tape because it was so durable and strong, I soon found myself gnawing on the tape as the only sharp implement that I had. You have to love sharp teeth - Sorry Dr. Domingo. After a few minutes of gnawing the woman started to feel bad for me and offered some packing labels to “finish the job”. It was pretty ghetto - but it worked. With only about 45 minutes till my flight left, I rush over to immigration which took about 20 minutes to get through. The HUGH disappointment of the day, I neglected to pack the 4 new/vacuum packed speculoos containers into the required ziplock bags and security insisted that I could not travel home with my new found favorite food. The speculoos hating lady put the 2 kilos of gold right next to the trash - implying its ending location. So SAD. I sprinted to the gate, hopped on the plane with moments to spare and we blasted off. I was on my way home.
During my flight I enjoyed cup of English tea that looked like a cup coffee and had the power of a gallon redbull. I needed that kick. Still jazzed when we landed in Heathrow, I got off the plain and boarded the shuttle bus to get to the American Airline terminal via an underground maze. With an hour and a half to make my way to gate 34 I grab a quick snack and stood in the huge line for security. Because of the problems over the holidays, everyone was going to be search very thoroughly. After a very non-thorough search, I headed to my window seat for the journey across the pond. We left on schedule and I was enjoying a quick cat nap when the pilot announced over the intercom that we were making a emergency landing in Canada. The problem causing the need for the emergency landing???? The bathrooms were broken. We landed in Canada so they could fix the bathroom? We were on the tarmac for about ten minutes and then back in the air. I guess that happens when important people cannot hold it.
We landed around 4:30, I was off the plane around 5 and I headed straight to oversize baggage. I was waiting there for a few minutes when I looked over at the regular baggage belt and saw my bike/wheel boxes jamming up the entire belt and banging into people. It would have been pretty funny if I could have grabbed them without anyone seeing that they were mine. After discretely acquiring my bags I moseyed over to customs. The US Customs guys were gigantic, big huge muscle guys - Like a fridge with a head. The biggest dude saw me, my boxes and just pointed and grunted to the side. Not wanting to get on his bad side I quickly shuffled all of my belongings to the side and waited. When Hercules decided I was just an innocent kid, he pointed and sent me on my way.
Dad was waiting for me at the exit of the Customs & Border Crossing and we headed to the house. On the way home we stop at a chinese restaurant for a little dinner and discussion. It was really nice to have dinner with him and get caught up on all the adventures of my trip. Finally at the house after being up for 25 hours. I visited with the family and then headed to bed for some much needed rest in my bed. It was nice to sleep in my bed, with my dog at the foot of the bed and my family around. I slept like a baby.
We landed around 4:30, I was off the plane around 5 and I headed straight to oversize baggage. I was waiting there for a few minutes when I looked over at the regular baggage belt and saw my bike/wheel boxes jamming up the entire belt and banging into people. It would have been pretty funny if I could have grabbed them without anyone seeing that they were mine. After discretely acquiring my bags I moseyed over to customs. The US Customs guys were gigantic, big huge muscle guys - Like a fridge with a head. The biggest dude saw me, my boxes and just pointed and grunted to the side. Not wanting to get on his bad side I quickly shuffled all of my belongings to the side and waited. When Hercules decided I was just an innocent kid, he pointed and sent me on my way.
Dad was waiting for me at the exit of the Customs & Border Crossing and we headed to the house. On the way home we stop at a chinese restaurant for a little dinner and discussion. It was really nice to have dinner with him and get caught up on all the adventures of my trip. Finally at the house after being up for 25 hours. I visited with the family and then headed to bed for some much needed rest in my bed. It was nice to sleep in my bed, with my dog at the foot of the bed and my family around. I slept like a baby.