So on Wed. I boarded a plane and left for Ireland. Well for some reason I can't travel anywhere without some kind of ridiculousness happening. The flight was from Houston to London and took 9 hours, nothing really exciting happened except for the part where I thought we were gonna die. We hit alot of turbulence and all I could think of was the Air France flight, obviously we survived it. We get to London and I have to make my way through the airport so I can get on my plane to Ireland.
First I had to go through customs and through security again, which I dont get because I never left the airport. So I hand the lady my landing card and passport and then the grand inquisition begins. Now I do the same thing every summer but I have never been interrogated to this extent. She asked me the most random questions after asking where I was going then she asked me my friend in Irelands name and how I met him and where he lived and if he had a job and where was his job. Then she proceeded to scold me because I didnt have a copy of my itinerary that showed when I would be returning to the states. Reluctantly she let me through. Then I had to go stand in this other really long line. After a while I realized that I was gonna miss my flight to Ireland. So I went to the front and told the one person working this. Well she informed me that my flight had already closed and I would have to fly standby. She told me to go to gate 86 and talk to them. Well with her accent I heard gate 6, luckily the lady was really nice at gate 6 and sent me on my merry way. Once I got to the gates that were in the 80s I randomly walked past one and the man asked for passenger Todd, I was so excited I was practically yelling, "thats me". I boarded the plane and of course I was the last one.
Once we got to Dublin I really had to go to the bathroom so I went and all of the sudden I have a bloody nose. So I stay in the stall until it stops bleeding. Once I leave i keep sniffing and wiping at my nose so Im sure everyone was thinking I had just snorted some coke in the stall.
Next task was to get the bus to Belfast. Somehow I managed this without incident. Once I got off the bus though that was a different story. I had arrived at the city center and I was supposed to be at a hotel, well I didnt know where it was and by this point I hadnt slept in 24hours so I figured Id just call Richard and let him know. Well then I couldnt get his phone number to work, I tried all kinds of combinations, it just plain didnt work so I tried sending a text. After that all I could do was wait and hope Richard found me. Which amazingly he did, so I have to assume that he realized what an incompetent traveler I am, but then again he has heard about my adventures to Spain before.