Lost in translation, Millie and I blissfully caught buses, looked through museums and climbed monuments yesterday, all with the mindset that this would be our last night together.
After a picnic in the gardens of Champs Elysees, a stroll down to the Arc de Triomphe at sunset and a bottle of French Vin in a small bar raging with intellects and cute guitarists in Montmare, dad called. "Do you want the good news or bad news?"
This was the first time we heard about the Volcano in Ice Land. It is bliss when you can walk around a city for a day completely ignorant of a world issue that is grounding international flights worse than 9/11.
The good news was that I might spend another night in London. The bad was that my flight would probably be delayed. Him and mum were calling from the Business Lounge on their way to meet me in Singapore.
A 7am train (which we made on by the skin of our teeth - long lines and asking other non French speaking tourists what a)our ticket said and b) if this was the right line) we arrived in London and I still held hope that I would fly out at 915pm. On the tube we heard 2 announcements:
1. The central line is currently suspended due to a person under the train. We appologise for the inconvenience.
2. Flights out of all London airports are suspended until 1pm tomorrow.
The next few hours play out as such;
1pm-2:15pm on hold to British Airways (£20 for the call) and eventually I simply got disconnected.
3pm on the London Eye receive email that flight is cancelled.
5pm walked through London to find a British Airways office, and instead find this internet cafe and no solution.
Could be here till Wednesday. Must update about Paris but running out of time.
Love x
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