We arrived at Heathrow, in the early hours of Saturday morning. As it was 7:30 am GMT or 2:30 am EST we were blurry eyed and weary. Yet the excitement and anticipation of the events that lie ahead kept us alive and moving cheerfully forward. Immigration was very busy and the line for those entering the UK snaked back and forth, slowly crawling along like the queue for a major attraction at Disney World. After about 45 minutes, the five of us stood in front of the the customs officer, who promptly stamped all our passports without asking any questions or reviewing any paperwork whatsoever. We were in England! We retrieve our checked bags and left baggage claim to find Cody in the arrival area. We fully expected to find Cody waiting to greet us or maybe sleeping on a bench in the arrivals area. No such luck. No Cody. None of us had a cell phone that worked in the UK nor did Cody. We went to the information desk and had him paged. We confirmed that his plane had arrived hours ago. An hour later, still no Cody. A couple of us decided to travel over to his arrival terminal (he was instructed to meet us in our terminal) in case he was waiting there. After the long walk to his terminal, no Cody. Where was he? We checked with immigration and no one from the U.S. had been detained this morning. We returned to our terminal and went back to the information desk. We thought perhaps Cody had fallen asleep in baggage claim, but we were informed that he would have been woken up and sent on his way. We were not permitted to go back into baggage claim to look for him but the security personal were alerted that he was missing. After 2 hours of worry and anxious plans for what we might have to do if Cody did not turn up, here comes a groggy Cody strolling out of OUR baggage claim terminal right to us. After much celebration and many hugs we figured out what happened. Turns out he found a way from his baggage claim to our baggage claim area and he propped himself up folded over a chair in an area where he thought we couldn't miss him and he took a snooze. Well, we did miss him and thankfully he decided to go looking for us after he napped for a few hours. Cody's response to all this was, "I can't believe you missed me! I was wearing my purple skinny jeans?". Now that our group was finally complete, we could change our money into British pounds and start our whirlwind tour of London.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
International Easter Rally: Part 2 - Where's Cody?
We arrived at Heathrow, in the early hours of Saturday morning. As it was 7:30 am GMT or 2:30 am EST we were blurry eyed and weary. Yet the excitement and anticipation of the events that lie ahead kept us alive and moving cheerfully forward. Immigration was very busy and the line for those entering the UK snaked back and forth, slowly crawling along like the queue for a major attraction at Disney World. After about 45 minutes, the five of us stood in front of the the customs officer, who promptly stamped all our passports without asking any questions or reviewing any paperwork whatsoever. We were in England! We retrieve our checked bags and left baggage claim to find Cody in the arrival area. We fully expected to find Cody waiting to greet us or maybe sleeping on a bench in the arrivals area. No such luck. No Cody. None of us had a cell phone that worked in the UK nor did Cody. We went to the information desk and had him paged. We confirmed that his plane had arrived hours ago. An hour later, still no Cody. A couple of us decided to travel over to his arrival terminal (he was instructed to meet us in our terminal) in case he was waiting there. After the long walk to his terminal, no Cody. Where was he? We checked with immigration and no one from the U.S. had been detained this morning. We returned to our terminal and went back to the information desk. We thought perhaps Cody had fallen asleep in baggage claim, but we were informed that he would have been woken up and sent on his way. We were not permitted to go back into baggage claim to look for him but the security personal were alerted that he was missing. After 2 hours of worry and anxious plans for what we might have to do if Cody did not turn up, here comes a groggy Cody strolling out of OUR baggage claim terminal right to us. After much celebration and many hugs we figured out what happened. Turns out he found a way from his baggage claim to our baggage claim area and he propped himself up folded over a chair in an area where he thought we couldn't miss him and he took a snooze. Well, we did miss him and thankfully he decided to go looking for us after he napped for a few hours. Cody's response to all this was, "I can't believe you missed me! I was wearing my purple skinny jeans?". Now that our group was finally complete, we could change our money into British pounds and start our whirlwind tour of London.
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