I had the morning in the hotel, trying to catch up on things I missed during this trip and I did a quick visit to the gym. At about 14:00 I checked out of the hotel and got the Bart to the airport.
My boarding pass looked like it said terminal “1”, which sounded a bit odd, but I went there to check anyway. It turned out it was terminal “I”, for “international”, so I got the monorail back to the original place I had started. I got in the queue for bag drop and Chris Thalinger was at the opposite bag drop grinning at me. He was late for his flight. We had a bit of a chat while moving through security, then he went off to catch get his flight. I was still in plenty of time, so I walked down to by boarding gate, to find my flight had been delayed by an hour, so then I was really early. 🙁
The flight from San Francisco to Dublin took about 9.5 hours, which was nearly an hour quicker than it was listed. They were trying to make up for lost time, and we had a medical emergency on the plane, and this time it wasn’t me. After we landed we had to sit on the plane while the medics did their thing. We ended up about 30+ minutes late. I did a little head-nodding on the plane, but not really something I would call sleep. I couldn’t really watch films as there was so little room, my face was pretty much against the screen in front of me. I turned it off and listened to music instead, and stood at the back of the plane, getting in the way a lot.
I originally had a 5-ish hour layover in Dublin, but because of the delay to the first flight that was cut to a bit over 4 hours. Dublin airport is OK, but hanging around at any airport for more than a couple of hours is soul destroying. I could feel myself getting progressively more jittery as time passed. 🙂
The flight from Dublin to Birmingham was less than an hour, but felt like an eternity. I had a window seat on the plane, but someone was sitting in it, so got the aisle instead, which was a good thing.
After a short taxi ride I was home. I put on my first load of washing, and got in the bath (sorry for the mental image)… By the time I got out it was time for the second load of washing, then bed. I woke up in the morning, put on the third load of washing, and cut my hair. It was only at this point that I started to feel remotely clean.
That’s another OpenWorld done. I’ll write a wrap up post once everything has distilled…