Oxford 01: Jetlagged but happy
Well, well, well,
I’ve arrived. It’s been a couple days and I’m still trying to catch my breath.
Let’s see. Things got started on Monday when I arrived at Heathrow Airport, London.
In passport control, the clerk that checked my paperwork took one look at my passport photo, one look at me, and loudly exclaimed: “Crikey!”—so much for the British reservation and understatement. Admittedly, my appearance has altered slightly since that photo was taken (back when I still had my mane); the incident made for an interesting opening to my time in England.
The flight was long (over nine hours) but relatively painless. Thankfully, I was able to sleep for about six hours of it. The airport exchange rate was appalling—almost two to one. So a £15 bus is costing me almost $30. Plus the airport commission was murder. *Gaah!* The exchange rate in the city has been better.
I thought things were going pretty well until Tuesday morning. I must have been jetlagged and more tired than I thought because I slept fourteen straight hours the first night. My alarm did not wake me and I missed my the first set of lectures in my British History, Culture and Society course. So I promptly went out and overspent on an alarm clock. *Withering sigh.*
But things are now much better. I’m starting to get comfortable. The city is absolutely fascinating and there is so much to see.
I'll upload more pictures later. Thank you to everyone who is praying for me.
I’ve arrived. It’s been a couple days and I’m still trying to catch my breath.
Let’s see. Things got started on Monday when I arrived at Heathrow Airport, London.
In passport control, the clerk that checked my paperwork took one look at my passport photo, one look at me, and loudly exclaimed: “Crikey!”—so much for the British reservation and understatement. Admittedly, my appearance has altered slightly since that photo was taken (back when I still had my mane); the incident made for an interesting opening to my time in England.
The flight was long (over nine hours) but relatively painless. Thankfully, I was able to sleep for about six hours of it. The airport exchange rate was appalling—almost two to one. So a £15 bus is costing me almost $30. Plus the airport commission was murder. *Gaah!* The exchange rate in the city has been better.
I thought things were going pretty well until Tuesday morning. I must have been jetlagged and more tired than I thought because I slept fourteen straight hours the first night. My alarm did not wake me and I missed my the first set of lectures in my British History, Culture and Society course. So I promptly went out and overspent on an alarm clock. *Withering sigh.*
But things are now much better. I’m starting to get comfortable. The city is absolutely fascinating and there is so much to see.
I'll upload more pictures later. Thank you to everyone who is praying for me.
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