Heathrow...here I come!!

Everyone told me to sleep once I got on to the flight so that I don't suffer from a "Jetlag"...well...am on a flight to London...you think I would sleep?? NO WAY!!! So anyways, I got on to the flight and was WIDE awake for like an HOUR, watching some movies and listening to music and peeping out of the window once in a while. And then I slept like a baby...come on...I slept for like 3 hours the previous night and i was tired from all the packing and the driving to the airport...I needed some sleep...psshh...whatever...

Anyways, when I got up, I looked out the window and oh my god!! The view was beautiful...the flight was 10,632 meters from the ground and in front of me were mountain ranges. I looked at the route map of the flight and found that we were somewhere over Afghanistan...and some of the mountains were snow-capped. Well, if you really break it down, they were just some black mountains with some snow at the top...and there were some clouds around...but imagine, looking down at a bed of clouds with a clearing in between them which had these snow-capped black mountains...it was beautiful.

I kept looking at the same scene until my view got cut off, 'cos the window was small and I could only see so much...and then I could only see a bed of clouds and nothing but that...so...I went back to sleep :D...but I woke up cos the really sweet flight attendant guy woke me up for food...grrr...so ya...got up, burnt my mouth, food pipe & stomach cos the upma they served was (BEEP) hot...after eating, I watched "The Proposal" and then slept again...

This time when I got up, we were flying over Africa...and what did I see? You are right...the desert...huge, sandy and black!! So, huge, sandy deserts I have seen...on TV and internet you know...but this was amazing...black sandy deserts - it was beautiful...and then the same thing happened, I kept staring...and then the clouds came and then I slept...except that the desert dint go out of my view...it's kinda too big for that to happen right...so anyways...the next time I got up, we were over some place in Europe...I have NO CLUE what the name of that place was...but what was interesting about that place was the agricultural fields...you know how they are in squares and rectangles here, well they are in circles...I wonder why...hmmm...

Anyways and then finally after more movie watching, song listening and sleeping, we reached London...well, flying over London was NOT exciting...now who would ever say that, right?! Well, no offense, but London looks SO unorganized from up there, you have NO IDEA...there were like a million houses there scattered all over the place. I mean even in India, you would be able to see the roads and see the areas where there is civilisation...but in London...no no no...it was all mixed up...I had no clue where the roads were...before I could criticize the place anymore, the flight landed in Heathrow...the airport that is a world within itself.

Luckily, or not so much, I had to board my next flight to Chicago in the same terminal. So Terminal 5 was all that I saw in Heathrow. And it was nice...there were some fascinating cars displayed. And I couldn't take another step without drooling over them. It took me 10 mins to regain my senses and get back to the real world and realize that I had to find the gate that I had to board my flight at. So I tied some imaginary fliers to the sides of my face, so I wouldn't see any of the stores in the airport and just kept walking until I reached A13...my gate to Chicago :-) and then I got the fliers off and ran around from store to store like a little monkey...that was when I realized that in all my life so far, what I had seen was not even close to what is called "Fashion"...Heathrow actually re-defined the word for me. Age no bar, color no bar, "weight" no bar (am sorry of I am being rude...but I was amazed...) everyone was wearing clothes that were sexy...and am not talking only about the women...no...ofcourse not...everyone even the guys were dressed so well...I mean, there were casuals, formals, semi and everything possible...boots, stilettos, flip flops...t-shirts, shirts, tank tops, sweat shirts...capris, jeans, pants, skirts, shorts...phew...basically, name it and you see it there...it was bootyful...sorry I meant beautiful... :-p

The stores around were the best brands in the whole entire world...Prada, Gucci, D&G...oh man...it was awesome...then I walked into this huge Chocolate store and picked up a couple of them for my cousins in Chicago and then I got bored. So I kept walking around waiting for the boarding call. I dint want to sit in the airport, cos I had 6 more hours in the flight and my butt hurt from sitting so long. After a half hour or something, they gave the boarding call...and the British Airways flight waited to fly us across the Atlantic to Chicago...