Good Morning from London. I'm currently sitting in the central bus station at Heathrow airport. The flight was fine. I watched the Spiderwick Chronicles and got a little bit of sleep (~3 hours, hopefully I'll get more on the bus). The movie selection was quite perfect because it was all films I hadn't seen before: Be Kind Rewind, Definitely Maybe, Nim's Island (though I had seen most of that), and one other one that I can't remember. Anyway, the movie was good; it reminded me of the Labyrinth in that it was sort of a children's fantasy/scary movie.
I had been anxious because this is the first time I'm traveling abroad alone, but now that I'm through Customs (there was quite a line for passport control), I think it'll be all right. The lady at Passport Control asked me what I meant by "Student Tourism" (what I had been told to say), and then proceeded to launch into an all out interrogation:
Me: "Oh, well, there's a student group at Cambridge and there's classes and then we take weekend trips."
Her: "You're with the group, now?"
"What?"
"You're traveling with the group?"
"Oh, no, I'm meeting them at Cambridge."
"And they're from all around the U.S.?"
"Right."
"I see. What kind of classes are they?"
"College...?"
"What subject?"
"Oh, right. Well there's English and, .. well they're both English really."
"And the trips are all around the UK?"
"Yes... Well, just England."
"Uh huh. Are you a University student?"
"Yes."
"What do you study?"
"Mathematics."
"All right, have a good trip, don't study too hard."
The woman nearly gave me a heart attack.
The nice lady at the bus ticketing counter, Linda was her name, told me it would be fine that I didn't have my discount card. She initially tried to print a copy for me, but I guess her printer wasn't working. "Just tell the driver you haven't gotten it yet. It'll be all right."
My next "post" should be from Cambridge.
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