Went to Terminal 1 for that dinner. Saw a huge line below me. Felt bad for all the people standing in line.
Then returned to Terminal 8 for my flight. No internet there.
7 hours flight to London Heathrow Airport. I gotta admit, the flight felt so much longer than a simple 7 hour flight. I slept for 5 hours as soon as I found my seat beside a French man, who had a sweet accent. I’m such a sucker for cool accent. Two seats in front of me was a French girl who had a really romantic accent too. When I woke up from my uncomfortable slumber, I continued to read The Catcher in the Rye. Then of course, the flight went longer because there was traffic at Heathrow. For about 20 minutes, the flight just circled around and around… really annoying considering that Heathrow happened to be a HUGE airport. You even have to take a 10 minute shuttle bus ride from terminal to terminal. This was one of my first sights when I landed:
Flight connections. Had to walk SO much to even get to the bus that led to the right terminal. But on my way, I saw:
To the right, there’s a random piano with the sign, “play me”….never seen that before. Anyways, I loved people’s accents there! And I remembered that people in Britain drove on the right (left lane). But still awesome. Although everything was super expensive. Here’s a quick glimpse at one of the terminals of Heathrow:
Really nice airport, but no internet and not that clean of bathrooms, so in terms of airports, Incheon (Seoul) remains the best in my opinion. It’s convenient, clean, and great shopping with amazing decorations.
Then landed in Stockholm. What a small airport. Was surprised- I mean, considering that Stockholm is such a major international city, I was surprised to find out of its airport’s size. But on the good side, there was no traffic there and short lines. Also, it turns out to be really easy to pass immigration in Sweden. No immigration forms to fill out— you just need your passport and need to answer questions that are really simple, like “where are you staying?” and “when are you leaving?” And the people here mostly speak english fluently, making it nice. Well, I met my friend at the train station.
My friend lives in a suburban town called Viby. I only saw it in the dark so far, but it feels like one of those typical Christmas towns in movies. And the walk to the house was sooo European. I’ll take pictures of it soon.
Well, after my friend and his brother made dinner (swedish food), we’re hanging out in one of their many living rooms, watching the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
So I gotta go but keep in touch!
Victor T. Paulsen