flights con't

Alright, let's continue on.

Iceland went by in a flash, I went through customs, knowing I had to be on the plane in a very short time, it was cutting really close and yet I STILL got distracted by giftshops...
So after going in and looking at shot glasses and mittens it clicked that I HAD TO LEAVE. Silly me. So really there wasn't enough time for the polar bears to get me. bahaha

The flight to England from Iceland was about 2.5 hours.

OH! On the way to Iceland I sat between a Swedish lady and a Canadian Lady who lived in Sweden, and had a really great time talking to both of them. They were really nice. And I ended up in line with the Canadian turned Swedish lady and we chatted until separated after security. Made that 6 hour flight nice. =]

So I get to London... Heathrow... good lord. Follow the crowds! works wonders. Once i got to customs I had to explain why I only had a one way ticket, I was warned I might get hassled, but I showed my birth certificate stating that my parents were both born in England, and all was well, the lady just had to call my dad and clear some things up.

Drive back to my dad's took around 2.5 hours... so by the end I was really tired. But I knew if I went to bed at 3 pm I would never get over jet lag... I passed out just before 9 that night. Up for abour 27 hours? I think I did the math right.

First day was a lazy day, my Nan came to visit, and I just spent time with my family.
actually... the first couple of days were lazy, yesterday was the first time i did something.
I went to colchester, went charity shopping, got jeans and a vintage canon camera!! A Canon AE-1. google it. =]

I woke up today and no one is here... It's almost 3 pm and I'm still in my pajamas. =P
It was raining, but now it's cleared up and I'm going to get dressed and go play with my camera.

I really hope I don't get lost... =]