Let’s go back to the start. I spent my last weekend in Toronto partied and went to Labour of Love. Monday Sept. 5th and Tuesday got to lay around all day and recoup before my Tuesday afternoon flight. I flew out of Toronto City Airport as it was just a walk away.
I get sent off by the lovely Jodi Taylor, walk through security and wave goodbye! Security is a breeze and I walk down to the lounge where I grab an orange juice and a water on the house turn on my laptop and enjoy the free WiFi. It’s time to leave and we’re on a small Air Canada Tango plane but there’s like 10 people on it. I’m in the back and I turn my iPod on and enjoy two free Heni’s and two bags of chips. It’s a short flight and now I’m in Montreal. I make it to my next gate in no time. Being a bit buzzed I buy six pieces of sushi and a Sapporo for $20 – the worst. I wait around for two hours and it’s go time. The flight is packed but that’s ok. I’ve got an isle seat and well I don’t remember taking off because I passed out. I wake up just in time for dinner. Throw on a movie and eat. By the end of the movie I was ready for bed again. I wake up and we’ve done two circles about Heathrow airport as we we’re too early to land.
Touch down in Heathrow. I walk out of the plain to the biggest custom line ever. The lady asked me nothing and I find my bag already of the carousel as the custom line took over an hour. Reality hits and now I need to figure out how to use public transit. I get some help from Brittany hop on the Heathrow express. I make it to the London train station, at this point I’m pretty hungry. I try and order a bagel from the bagel stand and of course they take pounds and not euros. I try my Visa, debit and American Express card and nothing works. Defeated I have to keep going. I hop on the tube (The Underground) subway. No clue how it works I ask the desk and they point to where I have to go. This is in the morning so it’s super busy and everyones going to work. I’m carrying a luggage and a back pack. I finally make it to my destination and find Brittany and her boyfriend Greg. We hit up a breakfast place and get acquainted.
I pull out my Visa and wonder why it’s not working here. I realize that it’s my cousin John’s Visa. Just great. I text him to get it shipped to where I’d be staying in a couple days. Finally sorted that out and it was in the mail.
We got on the train after breakfast and headed to Cambridge where Brittany and Greg live. I checked into a hostel to a room where there were already 5 other guys. I didn’t get to meet any of them as I took a nap then went out for beers and fish and chips! Didn’t get back until pretty late that night as we traveled around to a few different pubs and bars trying out some new beers and ciders. Woke up the next day around 10am as I needed to check out of the hostel. No hot water so no shower. Went for breakfast then Greg was kind enough to take us on a punt. This is similar to Venice where they take you on the gondolas except he was showing us al the old universities along the canal. Very cool!
The after noon came and it was time for us to part ways. I made my journey up to Northwood, Middlesex. I stayed with friends that I had met on a cruise when I was 18. Vicky who lives with her brother Danny kindly let me stay with them for 6 nights. I had a massive room fresh towels and we made some delicious meals. We didn’t get up to too much while I was there because I still didn’t have my Visa and it’s pretty far to tube into town. We made the best of it and went to Camden town a few days/nights. Vicky and a few friends took me out to some pubs and it was nice to just hang out with new friends! I saw the touristy things like Big Ben and Buckingham Palace but you can see those on Google anyways. It was good catching up with Vicky and of course my Visa didn’t arrive on the Monday I had to leave for Ibiza so again I left without it. It ended up arriving at Vicky’s place for 12pm, useless at this point she’d just have to forward it again to my hotel in Ibiza. I had to get a cab to the tube, tube to the train station then from the train station train to Stansted airport.
The line in Stansted are huge and I’m running on 2 hours of sleep here. Make it past the check in bag only a couple pounds heavy but the lady let’s me off. I’ve never flown Ryan Air before but it all seemed so sketchy. Walking on the plane was a free for all as there was no assigned seating and everyone is just wants to start pounding drinks back. I immediately pass out with my headphones on and I’m awoken by the sound of cheering and yelling. Touchdown Ibiza, here we go.
I’ll write Ibiza in a separate post.