We got back to London around 9am, made a couple stops to drop off all our rental gear, and then head to Heathrow. Helped get the guys and gear checked in (they were on a different flight than me) and I went over to check in myself and wait out the day at the airport. We were in terminal 3, where there was a British Airways counter, but I was informed it was not the check in counter I was looking for. I had to make my way across the terminal, go underground and catch a train to terminal 4. No big deal, I had 7 hours to kill, this was the least of my problems.
So I get check in, all is good, I sit down, pay for some internet time and my wireless card dies. I can't figure out why, especially now that it's working fine again, but in my 7 hours of need, I lost what I considered to be my lifeline. Then, I start getting phone calls for the band to do interviews, so I try to call them in the other terminal, and out of nowhere, my phone decides I'm an "inactive user" and cuts me off the network. I still haven't figured that out. So, I still have too many hours to kill and I'm totally cut off from anything that could help me. I go for lunch, stretch it out as long as possible and somehow manage to kill time while walking around the overpriced stores.
Boarding time finally comes and it's running a few minutes late, no big deal. We're supposed to take off at 5:40pm, plane is ready at 6, good to go, except for one little thing. They found a piece of luggage on the plane that they can't connect to any passenger, so for the next 90 minutes, they try and figure out what it is. And we got to wait on the plane the whole time. Then, as soon as it's sorted out, someone decides to tell a flight attendant that their seatbelt doesn't work, so we had to wait another 30 mins for an engineer to bring in a replacement seat. So we're ready to go. Ha. Wait, no we're not. We're in line on the runway, 25 min cue and the landing runway gets shut down for "unspecified causes". So that means the departure runway now has to accommodate arriving planes, so they do a batch of arrivals, batch of departures, etc... So, some time around 8:30 or so we finally get the bird in the air, I recline my seat to sleep a little and the 2 year old in the seat behind me starts kicking it right in the middle. The whole flight. My looks of disgust didn't do anything so I put two of those cheap airline pillows behind my back and wait it out.
I finally land in Montreal, make my way to my resting place for the night, we order some food, trade travel stories and 27 hours after waking up, I finally go to sleep. One more show tomorrow, and then we can rest for real...