I was scheduled to go to Montreal and then to Malpensa near Milan for my European trip just three Saturdays back but the flight got cancelled and I went to Heathrow and from there flew to Malpensa! The delay was nearly 8 hours but it is way better than re-booking everything. My only worry was missing the rental car and the hotel in Gruyeres, Switzerland.
I was relaxing in my kitchen as I had hours until my early afternoon flight when the message on the phone, from the airliner, indicated that there would be half an hour delay to the flight. Fine! I said to myself. It was not much longer that I received another message: The flight had been cancelled due to a technical problem or something. It was stated that I could either fly at night or book another flight!
Book another flight?! Are you kidding me?! I booked this damn flight more than six freaking months to avoid any high price or last minute seat selection. I'm not going to go through that sh*t again or anything even easier that requires me to sit at the desk for another even 15 minutes to browse around the scheduled flights! I agreed to fly at night, I think it was 20:00 or a little sometime after that.
The boarding and everything went smoothly but here is my problem: I can't sleep on the damn planes! Therefore when I reached Heathrow I felt like a zombie(!) and here what else I can tell you, Heathrow DOES NOT make every journey better, unlike what they say as their motto!
I had been to the damn airport only twice before and this time was the last time and that was not my choice. It's overcrowded with the least amount of guidance and help available and there's not even a spot to sit for a few minutes unless you're going to one of the establishments for food or drink and what if you're neither hungry nor thirsty and you just had enough on the plane? You have to force yourself to eat or drink yourself to be able to relax for a few minutes, although the meaning of relaxing changes here because there's no relaxing in an overcrowded and noisy place!
I don't know how long my layover was but happily it was not too long. The other thing is I realized that you can't get a damn SIM Card in the airport or at least it's what I was told by a guy who worked in a tech shop!! This is really stupid and ridiculous at the same time. Does that mean that many tourists do not arrive at Heathrow?! Do they have to go to the city to get a card of that nature? What's the damn deal?! A quick search on the web shows there are several stores in the airport but the piece of shit, ugly, nasty guy in the store told me I would not be able to buy any.
The other thing is Heathrow is filled with East Indian (both Muslim and non-Muslim, as far as I could tell) and lots of Arabs with long robes and head covers working as screening or all the other businesses. I guess that's the case in the UK these days. The guys who are very pious and restricted Muslims beg Christians to go to their countries to have a better life! The irony of that! This is a long discussion which will have to be waited for later.
The flight to Malpensa was quite smooth. I think not more than 75% of the seats were full. Some British guys and some Italians who like peasants! The British Airways plane looked run down. It was a short trip, about two hours and it was a pleasant day in terms of meteorological events! The stewardesses gave a small McVitie cookie and perhaps some water, If i remember clearly but hot beverages were only available for purchase! The good thing came at the end: Donation! Something that I had not experienced on any flight. I didn't get much of it mostly because it was not loud enough for me to hear and of course the strong British accent but one of the stewardesses walked from the front to the end with bag and the poor lady got nothing. I think the UK has distanced itself from its glorious days that the Sun does set on its territory. With all the refugees coming crossing the English Channel, all the Arabs who despise the UK like poison and all the Pakistani and Hindu and Punjabi, not to mention the Africans, Afghans and Iranians, who knows what the future of the US would look like? Is that not the reason Dinosaur (an older cousin who resides in the UK since mid. 1980), wants to move out? I don't know and I don't care. We're not in speaking terms. He has been married to a really disgusting and nasty bitch. Nevertheless, that was how I got myself to Malpensa, one of the two airports of Milan (Milano in Italian), where I guess most of the international flights land.
(Photo: The plane is taxing passing a row of British Airways plane in Heathrow, before taking off for Malpensa)
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