purgatory in heathrow airport

it's really odd to travel overseas and to see people who look similar to friends you have back home. for example, there was an iPad advert that featured a boy that looked kind of like didi, it was a little strange.

the flight to heathrow was relatively uneventful (except for the paramedics coming onto the plane after an accelerated arrival to the gate to help a sick woman). i couldn't sleep initially, so i had some dinner and i was out until i had to use the bathroom, and then again until we were about to land (i even missed breakfast). london, as usual, was like stephen king horror movie foggy. normally when the plane descends, you can see a bit of the city even from a relatively high altitude. but not london. even after we flew below the cloud cover it was a bit of a struggle to see buildings until we had nearly landed.

upon arrival, i figured out where i needed to go to catch my flight to hyderabad. unfortunately, my suitcase was too big for this flight, and i had to check it in. this is exactly what i had hoped to avoid: if these baggage people steal my toilet paper, i'm finding them in rajiv ghandi airport and using their shirts as replacement charmin. i won't be negative, i'm crossing my fingers and hoping that my bags arrive like they're supposed to.

after going through security (and nearly having my water bottle thrown away), i went to eat at this little cafe called giraffe. i had scrambled eggs on focaccia, which were alright. only after i ordered them did i remember that i didn't really like restaurant-made scrambled eggs (i can only eat mine and my mother's), but some salt and pepper made them edible. the orange juice was absolutely amazing, though: it reminded me of trader joe's.

i wandered around, and enjoyed some duty-free window shopping. there was a shoe store called kurt geiger that had some reallllly cute heels. i honestly thank god i'm on a budget or i'd have purchased a pair or two. it's wild that i can be flying and shop for gucci, prada, and herve leger in my downtime (i obviously didn't buy anything).

so i'm just sitting and waiting for my flight. it's dumb that they finally show your flight on the departure screen an hour before because the C gates are 20 minutes away so you're sprinting to not miss your plane. *fingers crossed* that i'm in A, that's only 10 minutes away.