Getting my docs ready and that stupid landing card. I was able to witness one more act of Israelis cutting the line, and very clever. As we came around a corner between the railings a guy in front snuck around, past the unsuspecting Britts, and jumped ahead. If you did this at every turn, you might pass a few people, but is it really worth it?
I wanted to kick him, but let it go. If you think that is helping Israeli's reputation abroad?! guess again Einstein!!
My turn to the front. This should be easy. Not! He is a jerk. Where have you come from? Tel Aviv. He didn't like my in and out, which quite frankly, I have done far more than this. He wanted to see my ticket to America, to see that he was going to finally get rid of me. He was rude and obnoxious and I could have said something I shouldn't so I didn't, but here ya go, STUFF IT MATE! :P~ Yutz. (in my head) smile
Stamp and move on. WC break, down to bag claim. The place is dead empty, but they put our flight at the very last bag claim at the end of the bag claim area. Go BA! Too much.
My clock apparently has an alarm, set to go off. It was sounding off in my suitcase and that freaked me out.
Had to open the suitcase on the floor and turn it off. I am surprised that BA security or customs didn't notice it.
Tells ya alot, doesn't it? An alarm sound coming loudly from a bag and they don't notice it. Ok...
Off to customs. Customs, officers stand there and look at ya while ya pass through the beloved green channel, only Her Majesty's finest are on a tea break and the customs hall is dead empty. We waltzed right through, ok. I guess they figure the Israelis X rayed the hell out of every freaking bag that what more could they do? Makes sense, actually.
I looked at the arrival shop, pass.
Exit to the public area, oh it is cold. Oh and I grabbed my leather jacket from the suitcase at bag claim. You need it here!
Went to WH Smiths to get some water and a candy. Chastized the daylights out of a Britt who I thought was cutting in front. He apologized, I apologized, then felt bad. I explained that I just came from Israel. He understood.
LOL
We laughed. Cheers.
Ok, now for the Heathrow fun. Down the lift, drag the bags, make my way to the Heathrow Express. Have to remove the bags from the cart and drag them to the (bloody) train. I miss the ..............train by 2 seconds and the conductor says no, you must take the next one. Yes, I cussed, sorry, I did. I was pissed.
I think all of the hassles of the day came out then and there. I think Heathrow is a nutty place and full of BS planning. I wasn't going to pay for a taxi to the hotel, not when I can manage the bags to the stupid train, and I would have to take a taxi when going to Paris with all the bags. But to just miss the train. Oh I was mad. GRWL
Finally, the next train. They play weird music and all that. I am thinking these people ought to be shot for this planning. You take a train to get from Heathrow Terminal 4 to the other terminals, then you walk a long way to the terminals, then take a bus which YOU PAY for to the hotel. I suppose in all fairness to Israel, this is hell, too.
Arrived at the Heathrow Express station. Then it is a long jaunt to Terminal 1, through the arrivals hall, wait for a bus.
Bus comes, you get to load the bags onto it yourself, he sits there on his royal can and smirks, then you get to pay for it. Probably over time my overnight transfers at Heathrow will go with the wind. It if fun to be there and watch the planes, but oh what a bloody hassle it is, especially when T4 is involved.
Bus takes you to the Sheraton Skyline, home atlast.