Monday, 19 September 2011

Going Back to Edinburgh

The preperation began with the cutting of a heavly damaged jib sail from a FlyingScot type sailboat into peices that were later to be sewn together to make a large back pack with a 100 year old Singer sewing machine that is not only old but made from striaght iron and weights well over fifty pounds. Then starting the watch of classic movies that reminded me of Scotland (Harrypotter). The drinking of Dunkin Donuts coffee/apple cider. Also the hardest, thinking of what to say to a man the help rear me and whom has been one of my biggest avicates in my entire time on this planet whom I might never see again. One of the most difficult things I have ever done, but I will not let that man down.
       At about 9:30pm eastern time my parents reported me to the checked bag line for British Airways that had all of one person in front of me. This lack of people made perfict sence because my flight wasnt untill 1am easterntime. After about 12 minutes my bags were off the nose of a K9 and a belly of a giant medal bird and I was off to the security line. Where with my luck, one of the only people to always get asked questions/searched in airports, gets stopped because I dont look like my picture and I geuss they thought I forged my perfectly good visa picture aswell for some reason. But after a few sercurity officers came to varify my ID to my passport and actuly making eye contact with me they decided as a group that I was who I said I was. I waved good bye to my mother whom for the first time after the two years before of dropping me off to college/ university she finally cried for me leaving. The other couple of times they dropped me off at the end of summer and said "well have fun we'll see you around." Which was all well and good because my old college was relitivly close to home but I would have still like some emotion. They dropped off my sisters and it was like the end of everything and everyone, they drop me off and its a lovely walk in the park, whatever (jokes, love u mom).
  I walked down to my gate with my two very heave carry ons and sat there took out my Steven King book and tried and fail to sitting long enough to read. Nerves, it's not that I dislike flying, it's just that I dont want to fly 500 miles per hour to a salt water grave is all. After getting through all of 7 pages I resorted to staring intensly out the window popping my newly found most favorite things in the world Boston Baked Beans, the candys, not the real beans with the bacon in there, the candied peanuts. After running out of my beans and still having a second pack I desided to hold on to them and eat them later. So I went to my mints that I also had broughht with me and texted people clever remarks saying good bbye for now and so on. Then I got even more bored so I started to draw the inside of a candy show inside my note book and a paragragh telling myself why I like the inside of candyshops so much and thats wheen I realized that the man sitting across from me what quite easly talking to him self. He had a blue tooth head set in but I was about 90% sure his phone had died 20 minutes ago when he said out loud "why dont they make cellphone batters last?" Thats when i looked away from that man and focused back out the window referring back to my cellphone every now and agian to see if I had received any texts. When I received a text it was not a secret, my father had just gotten me a new phone and for some reason the only volume I could find on it that day was the setting louder then hell!(not a real setting). I was in the bad terminal aka the terminal with no Dunkins, all we had was a Starbucks and that closed at 11pm. So with eleven closing in I deside I would try to go get a coffee. I wondered down three gates with my swaying carry ons hitting the pockets of my cargo pants as I walked through the sea of angry, tired, uncomplient people and the Starbucks looked like it was shutting down. I stood at the cashmachine for a few minutes and the two girls just walked back and forth between ether side of the bar acting as if I was not there. So I went to the fast Italian food shop next door got my self a soda and started walking back whe I saw them serving an older man a cup of coffee. This only made it more clear why the people waiting for their planes closer to the Starbucks were more upset. I walked back and started to watch Xmen 3 on my Ipod while the gate people were making up some buffalo crap about why the plane was delayed.
       About and hour later they started boarding the called for my row to board then stopped the man about twenty people infront of me while about 60 people flooded out of the premuim lounge straight onto the plane, taking their sweet old time I might add. So with my heavy carry ons pulling me down by the neck and the line moving slower then ants without a mission, I desided to go to the bathroom away from the gate as everyone as closing in to board. I was able to use the bathroom wash my hands and stare at my self in the bathroom mirror for a time and when I got out the premies were still boarding. After a spell longer I entered the broad wing spand of the plane and finally aboard I shuved the mindless womens small bag that she had put in sideways aside and slid my bag next to hers and sat down between her and her two rather old friends. She thankfully fell asleep, I did not right away. I watch the first part of Super 8 and drank two small bottles of red wine with a nice chicken curry by British Airways, then slep for about twenty minutes then awoke forgotten I had started watching a movie stared into space for a bit then started to watch again. We landed late with about four other jumbo jets who spilt all their passengers into sercurity and board control at once making going through customs very much a fun experence. Finaly through I was off to find my next gate, when a middle aged French women came up to me and started speaking fast fast French. after informing the women I do not speek French can she speak English in French, she continued to talk in fast French pointing at the board with over 30 departing flights on it. After getting a security gaurd who also didn't speak any French to take her off my hands I wondered over to my gate. My orginal lay over was three hours, now I had less then 40 minutes. I grabbed an apple and a soda from a restrant in the area and boarded. I sat between a very talkative older women and a nice conversational men. They talked me up for the hour and a half plane fight over the English and Scottish country side, everything from religion to my education to climate issues were covered. But at the end of the flight the nice older man asked where I was going and I said the meadows area and he said I am going there aswell we can share a taxi. After collecting my things from the very fun baggage claim roundabout we headed off. Him with two smaller bags and me with four large heavy bags. We continued our conversation all the way to our desination in the meadows of "south" Edinburgh, most about the injuries and unsmart activities student partake in. They dropped me off first I offered to pay for some of the trip of the taxi and the nice older man said no nonsense I have it, which made my frusterations pre to that point worth it.

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