We arrived safe and sound after a typical but still traumatizing plane ride. I still hate flying for more than 3 hours.
Also, people from the plane I’d like to offer a giant middle finger to:
Guy who couldn’t get up without using the back of my seat to heft himself out of his chair.
Woman in front of me who constantly forgot she was wearing headphones, and yelled at the top of her lungs every time she went to speak to her seatmate.
Woman next to me who barfed for the entire duration of our descent into Heathrow.
Idiot from another airline who left their lift equipment in the way, turned off and unattended, trapping us in a turned-off airplane on the tarmack for 20 minutes, causing the plane to heat up rapidly, causing barfing woman to continue barfing.
But we’re here, and it’s lovely, and I’m about to go on a self-guided walking tour while Neil’s stuck on a bus to go do some “team building” (sucker!).
While I don’t have too much to say about Oxford at this point, a picture is of course worth 1000 words – so keep an eye on my flickr stream as the trip progresses.