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London Trip Part 1 of ?

Posted by mikenopolis on May 20, 2009

I’m wordy when I type, but you’ll probably get a one word answer from me if you’ve talked to me. This post is only on my airport experience…there will be more to come as I get chances to write.

Ok, I finally got some time to talk about my one week (May 3, 2009 – May 10, 2009) vacation to London, UK. There wasn’t too much planning involved with this trip. A friend (LB) of ours was heading to London because of a work crisis, apparently their accounting department in the UK office was not well trained/educated enough and was still trying to close their 2008 books even though we are five months into 2009! Her company needed to have everything in order because they were about to make presentations to potential investors. Since the company will eventually be sold soon, she may not get to travel as much and invited us to tag along and stay in her hotel room to cut down our travel expense, she’s so sweet! Due to my girlfriend (MC) and I having two mortgages, two car payments and two sets of utility bills, and various investments. International travel is not a luxury we can afford (we can, but we’re smarter than that, with this economy, Save! Save! Save! I was unemployed for about 2 months before; it felt scary dipping into my savings!)

The last time I flew international was over 10 years ago to my “Home Country” of Hong Kong, I needed to renew my British passport and they needed me to be there physically.  (Hong Kong was owned by the U.K. so I had dual citizenship in Hong Kong and England). I got naturalized to a U.S. Citizen when I turned 18…stupid rule considering that I already lived in the U.S. for 94% of my life at that point! Arriving at the airport I felt like a little kid in a candy store because I have this weird fascination and love for airports, I love the smell, the “foreign” people, the planes, and almost everything about it, yes even the stupid people, they are my entertainment and my motivation behind most of my blog posts.


We had decided to not check any bags in so getting in and out of the airport would be faster and easier. As a typical guy I packed light, just enough clothes for the days I’m there, one power converter and a 5 port power strip, various toiletry and one light jacket. Then my messenger bog, with a folder of travel info and documents, netbook, flashlight, extra batteries for the flashlight and my trusty camera. This may seem like a lot, but everything is neat in two small “luggage”. MC however got stuck at the check-in counter because her carry-on was too big and didn’t fit into their little wire bin that determines the maximum size…. This is when the stupidity started. MC pulled out a jacket from her carry-on and zipped up the expansion partition of the luggage, voilà! It fits, and all is well. Once she got out of there she opened it back up and shoved her jacket back in…..and guess what? it fit in the overhead bin with room to spare!

Old picture from another trip

Old picture from another trip

On to the next annoyance… Security had to be a little bitch and completely take out my netbook from my bag and run it through the x-ray three times, asked me what it was like the idiot that he is, doing this 8 hours a day and you’ve never seen a small laptop? He asked me to turn it on just to prove it. Now I’m standing there with no shoes, no belt, and my $2000 watch is in my shoe, in a basket way down on the other of the conveyor belt thing (I am extremely paranoid about my stuff…explains why I don’t have any pictures of MC and I that were taken “MySpace self-portrait style” because I won’t hand my camera off to strangers…or anyone using a shitty point & shoot).  So now I’m standing there continuously looking to my right to make sure my watch is safe…you know like a nervous terrorist! Back to the stupidity that’s security. When the x-ray security called me over to the side, I had not gone through the metal detector yet,  so after the ordeal, being the safe law abiding citizen that I am, I started to walk back towards the metal detector and the security with the wand told me to go the other way (toward the gates). Ummm excuse me you stupid rent-a-cop, your colleague triple checked my laptop for a bomb, are you sure you don’t want to triple check that these are indeed my testicle and not grenades? I got my belt, watch and shoes from the basket and we headed over to the gate.

While waiting at the gate, I sat behind Rufus Sewell………………. “Who??!?!” you say? That’s what I said, but apparently there were plenty of people who know him and those people did not know the word privacy, common decency, or just STFU! I had to hear all their stupid questions and request for autographs and pictures! Eventually we got on the plane and were on our way across the pond.

More to come…eventually


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