(I'm writing this in parts. This part contains all my airplane trips)
So, on Tuesday, Vancouver time, I left for the Vancouver Airport. It was quite a nice building... very spacious. And modern. It was a little while until we boarded our plane, so we just got some pizza. I kept making jokes about how my water bottle was filled with "Potential Terrorist Weapons," since we couldn't bring liquids on the plane. So, we got on the plane, which was pretty nice. I didn't have a great view... I was in the center row. So we got to take off. It was pretty neat. The plane started accelerating until it was going at breakneck speed, and then it just started slanting upwards and we were off. When we started to level out the ride was pretty smooth. I could read without getting motion sick, unlike in a bus or car, so the ride was okay. And we got food. When night (Vancouver time, it was still day where we were) fell, everyone shut their windowns and turned off the lights. This is when I learned a very important lesson;
I CAN'T SLEEP ON AIRPLANES.
Whatever you try to do, you just can't sleep. The seats just don't go back far enough, so you have to sleep sitting up. And that's impossible for me. So I pretended I was sleeping. When morning finally came, we got breakfast, and I got a much-needed coffee. After a couple of hours, we landed in the Heathrow Airport. (The ride was around 9 hours in total) And I've officially declared Heathrow the Worst Airport Ever. The building was bland, not that that really bugged me. But in some areas, it was downright slummish. There were half-empty soda bottles everywhere, on the floor, and stacked on half-walls. This was because the British didn't want bottles with a capacity of more than 100ml on their planes. Remember kids, Diet Coke is a POTENTIAL TERRORIST WEAPON.
Anyways, what really stuck out about the place was the horrible, awful, oppressive, silly security. We were only allowed one carry-on bag per person, and since me and my dad had two bags each, (And we didn't trust their luggage delivery. I heard some pretty sad stories about that.) we had to strategically repack our bags, and carry a bunch of stuff in our arms. After our stuff was rearranged, we had to wait through the long, long, long line so we could put all our bags in these bins and scan them through x-ray machines. So they demand we put all our stuff in one bag, require us to bring 100ml or less bottles, but the only way they check us is an x-ray machine? So basically we have to do a bunch of silly stuff to get through easy security.
All the time dad was complaining openly about this. I don't really blame him, but I think it's best to be quiet during security. (Or they might think you're a terrorist. Silly airport dudes.) So, we were feeling hungry after having nothing but an airline breakfast all day, so we decided to check out the airport mall. The whole place was a rip-off. They had plastic-wrapped sandwiches for 5.30. In pounds, not dollars. The only decently-priced things we could find were some ham & cheese croissants and coffee. So, wanting to get out of this airport as soon as possible, we finally boarded our planes to Amsterdam. This second plane ride was more enjoyable, because it was shorter, and I got a window seat. This time, I got to really see the top of the clouds, and it was amazing. It was like a sea of cotton. With a bunch of holes in it.
Anyways, this flight seemed to go by quickly (This one was 2.5 hours) and in no time we were in the Amsterdam airport. This one was quick and painless, we just had to show our passports. And then we were in Amsterdam. City of like... a million bicycles.
(Continued in part 2)
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