Sunday 6th April 2014
|View from our hostel window, Washington DC|
You can imagine, therefore, that I was thrilled to learn that there would be a week-long visit to Washington DC and Philadelphia during my final year at PGS. However, I was less thrilled when it turned out we would need to leave for London Heathrow at 0430, meaning a 0300 wake up...
When we emerged from security checks, we had enough time to grab some breakfast. For us Year 13 boys, this of course meant bacon rolls in Costa.
When we boarded Delta Air Lines Flight 39, many of us either used the 8 hours and 30 minutes to make up for lost sleep or watched a string of films on offer. A few bravely attempted to do some revision for the upcoming A Level exams - I must confess that, though I tried to make a start in reading my notes on Lenin's domestic agenda, I struggled not to resort to catching Hunger Games: Catching Fire, Frozen and Argo. Plus, sat behind me was an American child with possibly one of the most annoying laughs known to civilised man, who thought it necessary to cackle every couple of minutes.
|Landing in Atlanta|
We were, understandably, shattered when we arrived. We had expected to catch a train from the airport, but it was "temporarily closed", so we hopped onto a bus. One of the things I've already learnt about Americans, aside from the annoying laughing, is that they aren't as reserved as us Brits: on public transport, they strike up conversations with ease - in Britain, we reserve communicating with strangers purely for needing directions.
Our bus pulled in at a train station and we arrived within walking distance of our hostel. A friendly welcome from reception and unpacking preceded a quick trip to buy snacks for tomorrow. Our lights turned out just over 24 hours since we had left Portsmouth. Mr Lemieux's announcement that we'd be off fairly early the next morning was not received well.