Travel Log Part 2

12:21 am/5:21am: the second one is Irish time which I am already calculating. Guess what? I haven slept yet. I'm exhausted, but my seat partner was playing music and kept falling into my seat, and I just could sleep. Right now the flight attendant is serving breakfast, which for me is a bagel, margarine, and orange juice. Now for some fun facts: 

Altitude: 36000 feet

Ground Speed: 657 mph

Outside airTemp: -61.6 F 

Distance traveled: 3112 miles

Distance to London: 475 miles 

12:50am/5:50: passing over the white cliffs of Dover, and only 20 miles away from Dublin. Will be in London in half an hour! 

7:08 am: now officially and only on UK time. Arrived at the airport, got off the plane, found my way downstairs and onto a bus to terminal one, where I will go through customs and get my final flight to Dublin. There are two Irish guys standing next to me on the bus talking about what they ate for breakfast. I can't believe I get to listen to beautiful accents like theirs for three months!! Ha. 

7:36am: oh gods, help me now. I've been stopped at immigration because they aren't sure if WWOOF is a legit organization or not. My travel documents have been taken into a room with the boarder patrol man and while he confirms/denies them I wait on a bench. Lonely and scared. 

7:50am: they let me through immigration!! The guy clearly didn't want to, but they didn't have a legal way to detain me. I guess, getting through Dublin will be another hurtle, buy hopefully a little easier. At least I've gotten this far. Now going through "biometric security" not really sure what that is, but it involves a photograph. In the line for security... It's like three miles long, ok not literally. But it's really, really, REALLY long. Thankfully my flight doesn't leave for a couple hours. Also, I'm hungry... 

9:07am: the morning from hell. First immigration, then the security line, then they tried to confiscate my knitting because the needles are "dangerous" even though the last two airports didn't even blink an eye. The guy kept asking "what do you use them for?" And I said "knitting" and he's like "what, like jumpers and stuff?" "Yes..." Oh no, actually I use them to murder people on planes. Of course I use them for knitting!! Then another ridiculously long line to get my aer lingus boarding pass, then a mad search to find a hair clip, or anything because my long loose hair is driving me insane, did I mention I lost my only hair tie. So now I'm in yet another "que" to present my boarding pass so I can go to the Irish/UK boarding area. That's besides getting on the plane. 

9:58am: honestly, if one more thing goes wrong I'm just going to lay down and die. I bought a delicious cup of hot soup and a slice of bread, but I wasn't allowed to take the soup on the plane and I didn't have any time to eat it before. I tried to gulp it down, and burned my tongue. And everyone in the terminal was so rude. My muscles in my back and shoulders are simply groaning in pain from carrying around the monster pack all day. I got on the plane and the pilot asked me if I was ok, or a little tired and then showed me to my seat which is the first good one all trip. So I'm hungry, exhausted, sore, and lonely, and sorta wondering what I'm doing with my life.