Anarchy In The UK

Originally our plan for London was arrive Monday and leave Wednesday early morning to take a train to Wales. We were taking the ferry across to Dublin and the ferry port is located in Holyhead Wales. So, we tucked an overnight visit with Kristie’s husband Duvain in there and thought we had everything sorted. Wales is one of our favorite places and we were excited to get even a little bit of time with Duvain and his dog, I LOVE his dog.

From Dublin, we’d just fly home instead of trying to come back across.

Here is where I tell you this isn’t what happened. Not even close to what happened. I mean yes, we got on a train
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and we went to Wales, and because Duvain is an amazing host he crammed in as many sights as he could in our short (VERY SHORT) window
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The tiniest little (practicing) church in Rhos
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Little Orme looking down into Angel Bay
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Graveyard on the way up to the top of The Great Orme
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The view from The Great Orme
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Conwy Bay
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Conwy Castle
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Tiniest House
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Pub in Conwy

and we got on the ferry across the Irish Sea
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to Dún Laoghaire

But. Instead of flying out of Dublin two days later (Dublin post tomorrow) as planned….it turned out that we were stuck. Pass travel is sometimes a rather large bitchface and somehow 13 available seats disappeared in the course of those two days but on top of that, they over sold. So. As we were the top of the standby list they put us through anyway “just in case” which means we had to go all the way through security, down into customs pre-clearance and sit and wait and then when the flight left without us, we were escorted back through the airport by employees. This happened twice. We talked to a pass traveler behind us that had been stuck since Thursday. It was Saturday, she wasn’t getting out Saturday and Sunday wasn’t looking like it would happen either…so we’d be stuck at least through Sunday and maybe longer. After many hours in the airport trying to come to a solution we decided going back to the hub was smartest as it had more flight options per day. To get there we had to take the ferry back (9 hours in the airport by this time) 5 hours in the ferry port later we were on the 3 hour boat back. Unfortunately the boat arrived after midnight and ALL hotels in town were booked. Holyhead is VERY small. So we decided we’d just stay in the ferry terminal overnight and wait for the train since it was supposed to be at 7. But then the train time turned out to be almost 9 and that would put us into the airport too late for some flights. We found an overnight bus outside the terminal and got on that. Add 7+ hours on a bus to our day. We arrived back in London and immediately caught the tube to Heathrow where my bag was searched because my blush apparently set off their scanners and then…well then we didn’t make the first flight we tried and discovered that one dude had been trying for FIVE DAYS. No passriders had gotten out at all in any of the morning flights and one of those was oversold by 26, TWENTY SIX (we’re assuming flight cancellation at some point which threw everything off). We tried a flight to a different US city but again same issue, overbooked, no passriders getting out. Every passrider that didn’t make their own flight was scrambling to get on anything they could which could affect our own standing on the list. It was A MESS. So it started to look like we’d have to buy tickets to Glasgow Scotland and then try to fly from there but in the time it took to try and figure out buying the tickets on another airline 2 open seats disappeared and 2 passriders added to the list and I feared we’d get stuck in yet another country. We had been awake over 32 hours at this point and were facing anywhere between 2-5 days of being stuck when we decided to just buy our way to the states. It was VERY COSTLY and WAY OVER the money we had saved for this trip but we didn’t have a lot of other options. And so after 5 hours at this airport we had to go back through immigration and get a hotel in London for the night. Sprog decided after everything we’d been through he wanted to use some of his graduation money to get us back into our swanky hotel and the universe rewarded his generosity with a free balcony room upgrade

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It was amazing.
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(photo by Sprog)

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We had dinner in the pub below and generally just took it easy. I sat on the balcony at night and drank coffee. That shower and sleep after over 40 hours of being awake was the best in my life, I’d wager.

Full set (not all the photos I took but everything I have uploaded to flickr so far) of London and Wales pics here (including Sprog’s first sip of cider in a pub!)

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