Chromeo Day 1 - 8-19/20-08
So back to the airport I go. That part was pretty painless. Got to JFK no problem, got in line, checked in, etc... It took a little while to go through everything, checking in with a few roadcases is always a bit of a hassle... Once getting through all the crap, we stopped for a quick bite on the way to the gate but almost missed the plane because of it. Just squeezed through...
The flight itself was ok. I tried to get some sleep, but that never works. The flight to London is just long enough to be tiring, but not long enough to get any meaningful sleep. It's funny how flying 5 hours west only puts you off by 3 hours, but 5 hours east puts you off by 5 hours, which leads to how to adjust to a new time zone...
We landed at London Heathrow at 6:30am on the 20th, which felt like 1:30am to us. Through trial and error, we've found that the only real way to beat the jet lag is to stay up all day, crash hard that night and wake up and be as close to normal as possible. So I started with a double espresso at the airport coffee shop, which is actually pretty decent. And I also had the privilege of remembering how painful it is to spend British Pounds. My coffee and croissant cost me the equivalent of US $7. Welcome to the UK...
So anyways, I have my coffee, we meet our tour manager who came out with the van to pick us up, and then we went to pick up one of the guys who flew in the night before, as well as another guy who landed at Gatwick this morning. Sounds easy enough, part 1 went as planned, and then we went on the wild goose chase.
It takes about 1hr to get to Gatwick from Heathrow, and we got there a little before 9am after all was said and done. The guy we were meeting didn't have a UK cell phone, so we were just kind of hoping he'd be waiting in an obvious spot. So we pull up to the airport, I hop out to find him and look all over the airport. 3 times. Even in the bathrooms. We had announcements made, checked with the airlines, everything. No signs. After 2 hours, I sent him an email to let him know we were heading to town, hoping he might be able to get online, and we left, thinking he may have found another way in to town.
So we drive the hour and some back in to London to the apartment where we're staying, and as soon as we park, I get an email back. Turns out we missed each other at the airport, so the poor weary traveler left behind had to take a train in to the city and ask people for directions to get to our place. We felt for the guy... It's a rough way to start.
Once we were all together, we were all of the same mindset. Just have to stay awake. So we started walking around the neighbourhood checking stuff out, had a couple coffees, got some food, checked out a handful of pubs and before we knew it, it was 11pm (closing time at British pubs) and we headed back to the apartment and crashed. So far so good...
The flight itself was ok. I tried to get some sleep, but that never works. The flight to London is just long enough to be tiring, but not long enough to get any meaningful sleep. It's funny how flying 5 hours west only puts you off by 3 hours, but 5 hours east puts you off by 5 hours, which leads to how to adjust to a new time zone...
We landed at London Heathrow at 6:30am on the 20th, which felt like 1:30am to us. Through trial and error, we've found that the only real way to beat the jet lag is to stay up all day, crash hard that night and wake up and be as close to normal as possible. So I started with a double espresso at the airport coffee shop, which is actually pretty decent. And I also had the privilege of remembering how painful it is to spend British Pounds. My coffee and croissant cost me the equivalent of US $7. Welcome to the UK...
So anyways, I have my coffee, we meet our tour manager who came out with the van to pick us up, and then we went to pick up one of the guys who flew in the night before, as well as another guy who landed at Gatwick this morning. Sounds easy enough, part 1 went as planned, and then we went on the wild goose chase.
It takes about 1hr to get to Gatwick from Heathrow, and we got there a little before 9am after all was said and done. The guy we were meeting didn't have a UK cell phone, so we were just kind of hoping he'd be waiting in an obvious spot. So we pull up to the airport, I hop out to find him and look all over the airport. 3 times. Even in the bathrooms. We had announcements made, checked with the airlines, everything. No signs. After 2 hours, I sent him an email to let him know we were heading to town, hoping he might be able to get online, and we left, thinking he may have found another way in to town.
So we drive the hour and some back in to London to the apartment where we're staying, and as soon as we park, I get an email back. Turns out we missed each other at the airport, so the poor weary traveler left behind had to take a train in to the city and ask people for directions to get to our place. We felt for the guy... It's a rough way to start.
Once we were all together, we were all of the same mindset. Just have to stay awake. So we started walking around the neighbourhood checking stuff out, had a couple coffees, got some food, checked out a handful of pubs and before we knew it, it was 11pm (closing time at British pubs) and we headed back to the apartment and crashed. So far so good...
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