I’ve finally finished the outstanding entries for my trip! Better late than never, eh?

Now all I have to do is get the remaining pictures online….

This was the last day of my UK Trip.

I packed my stuff up and we lounged around for a bit before the minicab arrived to take us to Heathrow. It didn’t take nearly as long as we thought it would take to get to the airport, probably because we were travelling in excess of Mach 1 on the highway (ok, it was 80 mph, but that’s still quite fast in a minivan).

We headed to the Air Canada counter and I sorted out my ticket, checked my luggage and we went in search of something to eat. Finding that traditional English restaurant, Burger King, Rob and I played BT Tag with someone’s phone in the airport for a bit.

Finally, it was time to make my way to the gate, so we took some pictures and said our goodbyes. It was really nice to see Rob and meet Yuki and I was sad to bid them farewell.

Passing through security was much less of a hassle than I thought it might be. I guess the Brits aren’t as paranoid as the Americans are.

Once through security, I found myself in something that rivals most malls I’ve been in. There were shops everywhere selling everything you could think of from perfume to consumer electronics to books to … well, you get the idea.

I picked up a couple of books and waited for the gate to be listed for the flight.

This was in itself was interesting because one of the computers running the displays kept crashing. It turns out the displays were powered by Windows 95 boxes — probably explains why it kept crashing.

Anyways, the gate was posted so I made my way to it. Talk about a long hike. I think I passed Rob and Yuki’s place on my way to the gate. Judging by the map, there was only one gate that was farther away from the waiting area. I checked in at the gate and waited for the flight to be called.

It was called, we boarded and made the seven to eight hour flight to Dorval. They served us a couple of meals and showed us a couple of movies. No, I don’t remember what was shown.

Arriving at Dorval pretty well on-time, I breezed through immigration and customs and made my way to the Dorval VIA station.

I upgraded my ticket to VIA1 when I arrived at the station. The chap behind the counter said “whoops, it might be too late” but he called someone and they said they would put an extra meal onboard. I called Patti on my cell and she said she’d meet me at the station in Ottawa.

When the train arrived, I hauled my luggage on-board and found a seat. The VIA1 person came by with the meal and said “whoops, there’s no meal for you”.

Well, needless to say, I was unimpressed. She found the train manager and he and I had a chat about the situation. By this point, I really just wanted to get home, so I asked him for a refund on the upgrade. He made a phone call and said he’d accompany me to the ticket counter in Ottawa and sort things out. He offered me a drink.

The people sitting across the aisle from me were travelling from Quebec City to Ottawa. They had been driving from Ottawa to Gaspe, but their car was hit by a truck outside Quebec City, so that ended their trip. The train manager on the train from Quebec City to Montreal was quite rude to them because apparently it was their fault that their reservations on the train were screwed up, regardless of what it said on their tickets.

The train manager on our train talked to them and more than made up for his colleagues behaviour and they went away very happy. (Before he talked to them, it sounded like they would never ride on VIA again.)

We arrived at Ottawa on-time and I met up with Patti after getting my refund.

And thus ended my first trip to the UK. I can’t wait to return!

As a postscript to this: I sent a letter to the president of VIA Rail complimenting the train manager on the train from Montreal. He sent me a letter back saying how happy he was to receive a letter like this and assured me that the train manager would be recognized for going above and beyond the call of duty. A gold star from the president of the company has to look good when it comes time for a performance review. 🙂

This was the last day of my UK Trip.

I packed my stuff up and we lounged around for a bit before the minicab arrived to take us to Heathrow. It didn’t take nearly as long as we thought it would take to get to the airport, probably because we were travelling in excess of Mach 1 on the highway (ok, it was 80 mph, but that’s still quite fast in a minivan).

We headed to the Air Canada counter and I sorted out my ticket, checked my luggage and we went in search of something to eat. Finding that traditional English restaurant, Burger King, Rob and I played BT Tag with someone’s phone in the airport for a bit.

Finally, it was time to make my way to the gate, so we took some pictures and said our goodbyes. It was really nice to see Rob and meet Yuki and I was sad to bid them farewell.

Passing through security was much less of a hassle than I thought it might be. I guess the Brits aren’t as paranoid as the Americans are.

Once through security, I found myself in something that rivals most malls I’ve been in. There were shops everywhere selling everything you could think of from perfume to consumer electronics to books to … well, you get the idea.

I picked up a couple of books and waited for the gate to be listed for the flight.

This was in itself was interesting because one of the computers running the displays kept crashing. It turns out the displays were powered by Windows 95 boxes — probably explains why it kept crashing.

Anyways, the gate was posted so I made my way to it. Talk about a long hike. I think I passed Rob and Yuki’s place on my way to the gate. Judging by the map, there was only one gate that was farther away from the waiting area. I checked in at the gate and waited for the flight to be called.

It was called, we boarded and made the seven to eight hour flight to Dorval. They served us a couple of meals and showed us a couple of movies. No, I don’t remember what was shown.

Arriving at Dorval pretty well on-time, I breezed through immigration and customs and made my way to the Dorval VIA station.

I upgraded my ticket to VIA1 when I arrived at the station. The chap behind the counter said “whoops, it might be too late” but he called someone and they said they would put an extra meal onboard. I called Patti on my cell and she said she’d meet me at the station in Ottawa.

When the train arrived, I hauled my luggage on-board and found a seat. The VIA1 person came by with the meal and said “whoops, there’s no meal for you”.

Well, needless to say, I was unimpressed. She found the train manager and he and I had a chat about the situation. By this point, I really just wanted to get home, so I asked him for a refund on the upgrade. He made a phone call and said he’d accompany me to the ticket counter in Ottawa and sort things out. He offered me a drink.

The people sitting across the aisle from me were travelling from Quebec City to Ottawa. They had been driving from Ottawa to Gaspe, but their car was hit by a truck outside Quebec City, so that ended their trip. The train manager on the train from Quebec City to Montreal was quite rude to them because apparently it was their fault that their reservations on the train were screwed up, regardless of what it said on their tickets.

The train manager on our train talked to them and more than made up for his colleagues behaviour and they went away very happy. (Before he talked to them, it sounded like they would never ride on VIA again.)

We arrived at Ottawa on-time and I met up with Patti after getting my refund.

And thus ended my first trip to the UK. I can’t wait to return!

As a postscript to this: I sent a letter to the president of VIA Rail complimenting the train manager on the train from Montreal. He sent me a letter back saying how happy he was to receive a letter like this and assured me that the train manager would be recognized for going above and beyond the call of duty. A gold star from the president of the company has to look good when it comes time for a performance review. 🙂

I got up and packed my stuff up and left it in the luggage room at the hotel so I could do some last minute shopping before I caught the train to London. Fortunately, I didn’t have too far to go before I found a shop with lots of tartan, sweaters and whisky. After buying some souvenirs, I retrieved my luggage and made my way to the train station. Of course, I missed the train by a couple of minutes, but another train was along a short while later.

I stashed my luggage and took a seat on the right (inland) side of the train. Of course, most of the things I was looking at were on the right side of the train. As we were going by Holy Island where Cuthbert had a keep of some sort, a lady sitting across the aisle starting pointing things out to me. I switched seats and we talked most of the way to London. She pointed out the remains of Hadrian’s Wall in Newcastle and even identified some of the accents of the people who passed by. This made for a very enjoyable trip back.

Rob met me at the train station and we made our way to his place by surface rail — there was no way I was going to try to drag my luggage on the Underground!

After we got back to Rob and Yuki’s, we headed off to a pub gathering in Wimbledon with a bunch of Yuki’s classmates at her English school. At the bar I thought “Great! I’ll order a Black & Tan.”

It never crossed my mind that the bar tendette would say “What’s a Black & Tan?”

(A Black & Tan is made up of Guiness floating on Smithwicks. Differences in the densities of the two beers means that a well-poured B&T has a sharp edge between the two beers. Takes the edge off the Guiness and looks cool. Enough beer geeking…)

I described it to her and we looked at the selection of beers on tap and I selected something to use in the place of Smithwicks (!). She found a spoon and with a helping hand she did her best to pour one. (There were technical difficulties because they serve Guiness chilled in England and that changes the density so the two layers mixed.) Apologizing for the beer that ran down her arm to her elbow, I paid with a couple of Scottish notes. Apparently, she hadn’t seen one before. I left her a pound tip on the bar for being such a good sport about it.

We headed out back and met up with the rest of her classmates.

A little while later after consuming the first attempt at a Black & Tan we had figured out what was wrong so we headed back in to try another type of beer on the bottom. By this point, the one of the other bartenders had been talking to an Irish chap at the end of the bar and gotten some tips on how to pour a Black & Tan. He grabbed a spoon and bent it and this time we tried Heiniken for the beer on the bottom.

(Note to self: Heiniken does not belong in a Half & Half (a B&T made without Smithwicks). In fact, Heiniken really shouldn’t be drunk at all.)

This time, the two beers had separated nicely and the end result looked much more like a Half & Half. (Even though one of them was Heiniken.)

One of Yuki’s classmates came back from the bar a little while later and said “I’ve ended up with your weird money”.

“Huh?”

And she pulled out the Scottish banknotes I had paid with that she’d gotten back as change.

“Oh! That’s not weird money. This is weird money…” and I showed her a couple of Canadian bills I had in my wallet.

We finished our drinks and food and said our fairwells and returned home.