It’s all about the destination; the journey sucks.

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.

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