Friday 4/16

Day seven of the U.K. trip:

We got up nice and early--4:30--to be on time for our taxi. A nice taxi. That cost a lot of money. And was pointless, because when we got to the airport we were told that nothing would be flying for at least a couple days. They let us sit inside for 10 hours after we told them that we had nowhere to go. After we had someone reschedule our flights for Sunday that afternoon, though, we found out that they were shutting down the airport, so we'd have to leave. Seems like normally they keep airports open for people like us who have nowhere to go, so that was a shock and disappointment.

Before we found that out, though, we prepared for a long day of waiting. We got interviewed for the Scottish news channel, watched a lot of people come in and out, read a bunch of books that we bought in the store there, and had very ketchup-y sandwiches for lunch as consolation for our bad luck.
It was a long day. Oh, and Alice is planning on crossing out that heart on her sweatshirt since Scotland was the place of our exile.
After we finally gave up on waiting in the airport, we caught a bus back to the hostel, where we pleaded with them to let us stay for two more nights until our Sunday flight. They had open rooms Friday night, but ultimately opened a room under construction for us on Saturday night since every other bed was taken by this tour group. It's a really good thing that we made friends with them the first night, or we'd have had nowhere to go.

The rest of the day we just spent buying and cooking supper (more sausage rolls for me--I don't want to see anymore for a year), going on the internet, and just hanging out down in the living room. Still hopeful.