"This is where the fun begins"Aer LingusDublin, Ireland: The Battle of JetLagIreland: Wicklow and the last day in DublinOur London experience...Change of plans - I'll be in Scotland 'afore ye (Part I)Change of plans - I'll be in Scotland 'afore ye (Part II)The cross country tour: Edinburgh (Part I)The cross country tour: Edinburgh Castle (Part II)The cross country tour: Journey to Thurso (Part III)The northern adventure: Thuro, Stromness, and WickEdinburgh, Glasgow: To and fro'A few randomsOban, Scotland: The AC Choir and the ColiseumCraignure, Isle of Mull: Yeah...about thatOban, Scotland: Back to Oban / Queen's HotelWestern Adventures: Mull, Iona, Staffa, & Oban (Part I)Western Adventures: Mull, Iona, Staffa, & Oban (Part II)The finale: Last morning in Oban / Last day in Glasgow
 | Zathrak |  | Ireland, England, & Scotland |  | The finale: Last morning in... |
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May 15 2010, 09:55 AM
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We got off the train and found ourselves a cab and not just any cab, it damn near was the cash cab! It was all huge inside, so huge that we were able to walk in to the seating area and drag our bedrooms with us inside. It was pretty awesome. I was waiting for the lights to turn on in the ceiling and have some sort of bells go off or something, but alas, no such luck. He brought us to the Raddison in downtown Glasgow where we were only a few days ago and in we went. We checked in, headed up to the room and I promptly started uploading because the connection there was allowing for a whopping 20kbps upload -_-. Jo called downstairs to see if she could get in to the spa area within the last few hours but she also had no such luck. We took it easy for that last bit of time in such a nice place. We later went out in search of foodstuffs since the hotel’s sucked quite bad. We ended up with a feast compromised of asian food from Chopstix, and pizza/garlic balls from a local pizza joint and the restaurants citrus crème brule. I felt like hell afterwards and most definitely this morning. It was like that time we went and binged on steak n shake at like 3am on that one weekend retreat. What a bad choice the day before 10 hours of traveling.
We got up bright and early this morning starting around 5:30am or so and grabbed a taxi to get us back to the Glasgow Airport. We got there in good time and made it through everything including security in a matter of minutes. While the walk along the building was quite long, when we got to the gate, we pretty much sat around for 45 minutes or so until our plane arrived. Confusedly, I was led outside and then was directed to walk in the general direction of the plane. This little puddle jumper was so miniscule that it didn’t even merit a loading causeway like all the rest of the planes. I got a laugh out of that one and then proceeded to record it. We ended up going up the little plane stairs like the freaking president. It was amusing to me. We were in row 4 which was awesome because we were up near the super front, or so I thought. As it turns out, the “aircraft” was so small that row 4 sat right in front of the propellers. It was deafeningly loud. Fortunately, the noise ceased when we reached 10,000 feet. We got to Dublin, Ireland in a brisk 60 minutes and then we had the pleasure of going through about 5 security checks and 2 customs checks (one of which was for the USA???) before we were admitted in to the vat held our flight to Chicago and another delayed flight to Philadelphia where I was in fact not born and raised. And in this melting pot of sickness, “culture,” children, angst, and odor, we waited for about 2 hours. The good news is that we were in row 10 this time on the airbus 747 which if you know anything about 747’s, they’re huge and this would mean that we’re right up front behind the business class. We wait until the very end of the line at the gate, and decide to jump in line. We peep over the shoulder of the girls in front of us and we see that they belong in row 40. We were like ughhhhhhh. They call people up from the back of the plane to the front for a reason. Anyhow, we get on and mosey up to our seats which were surprisingly in front of the lavatory for once…DIRECTLY in front of it –sigh--. This also meant that we couldn’t lean our seats back –sigh again--. The good news though is that I didn’t have to deal with anyone behind me and even more surprising was the fact that we couldn’t really hear the very loud toilet flush the 100+ times throughout the trip! BUT. Join me on my rant for a bit. On the way here, I had the pleasure of sitting behind someone who decided to keep her seat leaning back the ENTIRE time we were in flight, all 7 hours of it. She damn near broke the netbook when she dropped it back all super fast. If it had been my macbook pro, someone’s ass would have been dealing with me the whole trip. Well fast forward to this very moment. There are two rows total between the 1st class section and the galley/lavatory where we are placed. The back row where we are located can’t lean back and the front row has about 3-4 feet of leg room. Well here I am again, sitting behind the ONLY person in the entire section who has decided to keep her seat back 100% of the trip. This bitch has been up there reading for some time now. I’m glad she’s comfortable. She seriously is the only person out of (--counts--) 16 people who has her shit back and has had it back the entire time and her ass is sitting right in front me of. Oh my God. Whyyyyyyyy is it always me?! Next up, I will not get in to any of this here but there is another person here who has been extraordinarily resemblant to that of someone at work. Welcome back. Oh, and I ran over a child today.
Welp, we’re about to start the decent to the Chicago airport so I shall end this post here. I expect I’ll make one more as catch-all / wrap-up post within the next few days.
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