Airports

Airports - June 7, 2006 2pm London Time
Well here I am in Gatwick. Approximately 17 hours till my departure
for Brussels and then Liberia. Whose brilliant idea was it to hang
out in the airport for 17 hours? they should be flogged. Yeah, I
haven’t even been here an hour and I am finding it a challenge.
Presently sitting down by the shops and food court. I am sitting on a
somewhat hard bench, there are some softer looking chairs, but I feel
too tired to gut up and push my cart full of luggage anywhere. Maybe
after I have sat here for another hour. Very tempting to spend money
when there is nothing else to do. But wait, I do have one large novel
Les Miserables calling my name, oh and that bothersome Anatomy and
Physiology. Ack. the flight here was fine, it was about 10 hours I
think. I watched one movie, which I have already forgotten, and lay
there with my eyes closed for about four hours, wishing I was asleep.
Breakfast was a ham and cheese croissont ( I have no idea how to
spell that). I was disappointed that there was no fruit cup, I was
really looking forward to a fruit cup. Now I am sitting here wishing
I could sleep. The wireless here is not free. 6 pounds for 1 hour. It
seems a bit much, so I am resisting the wireless. I did have a very
nice little bus ride from Heathrow to Gatwick. Saw a little english
countryside...some sheep, some cows. Rolling hills, I am sure you can
imagine. Nothing to crazy. In some ways it just feels like home,
except maybe that it seems like I am on an episode of coronation
street, except not on a street but in an airport. Ah, my computer
still thinks that it is 6:14 am. I have been awake now for about 24
hours. Only 17 hours I tell myself....
Well, I am sure in a few more hours I will have some more brilliant
observations to make about the british or their airports....
BEC