Well my flight into Gatwick was awesome!
I had just gotten off a 10 hour work shift when I boarded my late night flight! Therefore, I slept pretty much the entire duration of the flight.
The only bad part was the curry dinner. bleeegh...
My train from the airport to London was pretty easy to get to!
Once I boarded, I was twisted in my seat like a pretzel. Squished in with my backpack, suitcase, and me. I didn't realize there was a designated space in the car for your bags... so there I was - smooshed.
The train starts to move and I am watching the beautiful English towns and country we are passing through. Then I hear someone say "this is first class." I am jogged from my reverie. First Class?
I look around me. The seats all say first class, the windows have 'first class' etched into them. The car door says first class. But my ticket did not say first class. GOD!
Then the intercom sounds. The voice coming through says something along the lines of "Welcome aboard the Gatwick Express. Please have your tickets ready for inspection... We will arrive in London in 30 minutes." I mean it was little more fancy sounding then that - but you get the gist.
I was freaking out! Why? Why did I have to be the American who can't even sit in the right car!? WHY?
Everyone gets their tickets ready. They are all orange.... mine is red. UGH!
So there I am - looking out the window at the beautiful views and internally dying of embarrassment and nervousness.
All I could think was, 'they are going to kick me outta the car.' I would have to make a spectacle of unravelling myself and unwedging my suitcase out of the seat and push my way through the people to the next car. I can't.
The ticket taker comes to the car. "Pretend you don't know English!" I think.
He looks at my ticket then moves on to everyone else. ?????
The ticket taker, after checking everyone, moves to front of the car and exclaims...
"May I have your attention, please. Are you all aware this is the first class car? This car is reserved for first class ticket holders only."
"Ladies and Gentleman, I regret to inform you that not one of you has a first class ticket."
Air rushed back into my lungs! Relief.
"But I will let you remain in this car for the rest of the journey."
I turned and looked out the window.
I enjoyed the rest of my train trip immensely.
The London Underground:
So I was quite nervous about this.
I think going on public transportation in an unknown place puts me out of my comfort zone more than anything.
But it was all figured out and I rode all over the place and hit some pretty fun spots.