In my previous blog where I gushed about how much I adored London, I forgot all about one of the most important parts of the trip... Heathrow airpot.
After an 8 hour layover at Doha International Airport and some extremely uncomfortable chairs, definitely not designed for sleeping, we jumped on our 6-hour flight to London. I managed to fit in the 3 Twilight movies on the way (I hadn't seen them before and after watching them, I will wait till the next one is available on some longhaul flight before I watch it). We were actually ahead of schedule when we arrived above London but Heathrow being what it is, the Captain announced that we'd have a 10 minute delay. No problem, we're early anyway so what the hey!
So we began circling and it was actually quite interesting to check out the countryside, until the captain came over the speaker with 'Sorry folks, we've just had word that that it'll be another 20 minutes before we can land'. Sigh...
By this time we could see 2 or 3 other planes also following us or we were following them - who knows!
But wait, there was yet another delay!
In the end we circled for about 50 minutes in total, which actually meant we landed at our originally scheduled time. Not bad really, considering how busy Heathrow actually is.
I am getting used to standing in line now, waiting for my passport to be stamped. The officer we got at Heathrow was a big lovely guy, who is a regular to Australia which definitely made the process a whole lot smoother. We chatted about where we were from in Oz and were shortly on our way to collect our baggage.
The return trip however was a whole other experience...
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