Our men at the world...part 2

So, I seem to have had a thing called brainfart, and I missed my flight by a day. After 30 seconds of swetting and swearing, I head to Finnairs ticket booth and ask for a flight to London. "No can do today, but you should ask from the British Airways booth". I haul my ass and backpack to the other booth and ask for a ticket. Theres 3 seats still, and the price isnt bad, if I use the internet userface further down the hallway. Hey, I saved 70€ by bookong over internet, rather than buying it from the sales office...lifes is a mysterious one.
So, I now have a ticket for the same day, and the plane is lesaving only 60minutes later than my original plan was. Yippee! London is calling for me anyway.

The one hour "delay" from my f****** idiotism, and the planes 30minutes hovering over London, caused me a little rush for getting the first nights accommodation. Because, of course I hadnt booked it in advance, 'cause Im going with the flow... So take the train from Heatrow-airport to Paddington station, and start wondering around. I see this pub with a friendly looking barmaid and rush in for a drink and advice...

Shit, I have to buy a computer, or a tabblet for this blogging. My time is running out again, and I have look for a train connection to Scotland!

Yar!

Gin&Tonic and a cider! Of course!