Wednesday 3/6/09 - my last day in Zürich. I was sad to contemplate leaving - I really like Zürich, it felt like a safe, clean, friendly place I could really picture myself living in, despite it being quite expensive. But London was calling...
While I was packing up I had the TV on and what should I stumble upon but McLeod's Daughters! Dubbed into German - twas hilarious! Managed to get all my stuff back into where it was - after only 2 days it somehow was strewn all about the room! Then popped out for some brekkie - found a cute little place near the Zürich See where I once again managed to order all in German and the guy behind the counter spoke back to me in German - not that I really understood what he meant, but not the point!
Checked out of my hotel and dragged my luggage back to the airport. Got there a bit early - only about four hours or so - and discovered they don't have free internet at Zürich airport. Boo. Lucky I brought some books :)
Got through customs no problems again although they made me take my boots off for the xray machine thing - very annoying! Then it was time to board - but I couldn't see a pl
ane anywhere around our gate; instead we boarded a bus which took us out to our plane - I guess I'm pretty new to the whole travelling thing, but that was the first time that had ever happened to me! Very bizarre. Had the whole row to myself, London's not a popular place to fly to? Haha. Had lovely last views of Zürich disappearing behind me... goodbye... Nice clear views of France all the way to the English Channel - then: clouds, clouds and more clouds. Welcome to England!
Got through immigration fine, and walked straight through customs, there wasn't even anyone there! Didn't really see a lot of Heathrow evidentally, because I thought it was really quite small! Nothing at all like in 'Love Actually' haha... must've just been my terminal. Quite a few people milling around still though, so followed them down to the Underground - my first go on the tube. Unfortunately my watch was still in Zürich time and I didn't realise it was peak hour, so caught the first tube out at 5.30 and proceeded to be on the busiest train I've ever been on, weighed down with my backpack & suitcase. Sigh. Still - I survived, even when I had to change at Kings Cross and there were no escalators - clunked my suitcase all the way down the stairs. And even when I got off at the wrong stop & had to get back on, nearly getting stuck in the thing that lets you through after you've scanned your ticket - not made for suitcases evidentally! Finally made it to Kentish Town, met by Melissa (my cousin). Yay!Followed her home, got the tour, ate some food and collapsed. Incredibly tired! Unpacking can wait :)
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