England

We have arrived in Jolly old England, right on time. We had a great flight, except for all the crying babies. I believe we had been transported to a nursery school. I even managed to snag a whole row of 4 seats across to stretch out on, took a sleeping pill and expected blissful slumber. But it was not to be; no sooner than I had fallen asleep and the crying started. Baby right behind me kicked the seat and cried and was strapped into a car seat. Finally I said to the parents, just pick the poor thing up already. Then there was another kid around 4 who cried ALL NIGHT LONG. Michael went to the back of the plane, but he didn't sleep either. Other than that, they even served a hot meal for dinner and the flight was very smooth. An interesting note: it was so cold in Calgary that they actually had to de-ice the wings before we took off and that we flew so far north close to the arctic circle and its so close to the summer solstice that it never got dark outside.

When we arrived at Heathrow, I think the plane was actually in Ireland as we walked and walked and walked to get to baggage claim. Then we walked and walked and walked to get to the bus station to catch our ride to Southampton. Only had to wait 15 minutes for the bus and passed the time with the locals. Didn't see much on the bus ride because we both fell asleep. Arrived at our hotel and took a crash nap. Michael ventured out to see the Queen Mary which was in dock, but got lost and never did see her. Had dinner at a typical English pub and now we are in the hotel for the night (which our body time says is morning). There is a 8 hour time difference.

Tomorrow, we will get on the ship.