Yesterday was our last day in Dublin. While I like the city, there wasn't as much to do there as we had originally anticipated. We debated alot about whether to leave on Wednesday night or Thursday to come to London and decided we'd find enough to do to leave Thursday. We were wrong. Our plan was to go up the street to the mall to shop for a bit before heading to the airport to catch the flight to London, but we decided not to do that either because our bags were stuffed and Aer Lingus has really strict baggage rules (I'll go into more detail about that later) so we ended up hanging out in the lobby of the hotel, here is a rundown of our day from that point on:
1) Mom took a muscle relaxer instead of the pill she was supposed to take. And slept most of the morning in the lobby because we had nowhere else to go. I watched my slingbox.
2) You can only check 20kg of luggage PER PERSON on Aer Lingus, not per bag. Therefore, between the two of us we 20kg over the limit, at 12 euro per kg. Luckily the poor man took pity on us and only charged us for 8 apiece, still 96 euro though. Apparently because we were connecting from an international flight on the way over, it wasn't an issue then.
3) High point of the day- good flight, with the meal that we had to buy. But it was actually pretty good....
4) Apparently the tube line we needed to catch once we arrived in London was down for maintenance or something, but we didn't know. So, we rode around and around on lines trying to figure out how to get where we needed to be. At each stop we had to haul our luggage up stairs... yes that's right 85lbs apiece give or take, up numerous flights of stairs = NOT FUN!
5) The booking agent for the hotel we are staying at cannot give directions. We did what she said and walked a mile out of the way, only to find out that if we'd turned around and gone down the nearest street, we were exactly where we needed to be to begin with. They said take the first left, not turn around.
6) We finally arrive at the hotel at 1130 (our journey on the tube started at 840) only to find out that it's one peg above the hooker hotel. It's supposed to be non smoking, but the lovely smell of cigarettes is wafting into our room as we speak.
We also clearly take boys helping us by opening the door and carrying our luggage for granted at home too. Chivalry is dead in England!
I'm beginning to see why some people are afraid to go on vacation with us. Always good stories, but only us.
1) Mom took a muscle relaxer instead of the pill she was supposed to take. And slept most of the morning in the lobby because we had nowhere else to go. I watched my slingbox.
2) You can only check 20kg of luggage PER PERSON on Aer Lingus, not per bag. Therefore, between the two of us we 20kg over the limit, at 12 euro per kg. Luckily the poor man took pity on us and only charged us for 8 apiece, still 96 euro though. Apparently because we were connecting from an international flight on the way over, it wasn't an issue then.
3) High point of the day- good flight, with the meal that we had to buy. But it was actually pretty good....
4) Apparently the tube line we needed to catch once we arrived in London was down for maintenance or something, but we didn't know. So, we rode around and around on lines trying to figure out how to get where we needed to be. At each stop we had to haul our luggage up stairs... yes that's right 85lbs apiece give or take, up numerous flights of stairs = NOT FUN!
5) The booking agent for the hotel we are staying at cannot give directions. We did what she said and walked a mile out of the way, only to find out that if we'd turned around and gone down the nearest street, we were exactly where we needed to be to begin with. They said take the first left, not turn around.
6) We finally arrive at the hotel at 1130 (our journey on the tube started at 840) only to find out that it's one peg above the hooker hotel. It's supposed to be non smoking, but the lovely smell of cigarettes is wafting into our room as we speak.
We also clearly take boys helping us by opening the door and carrying our luggage for granted at home too. Chivalry is dead in England!
I'm beginning to see why some people are afraid to go on vacation with us. Always good stories, but only us.
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