Bob & Betty go British

Welcome to Britain, please join the queue

While it isn't exactly most people's idea of a day trip, we did in fact go to Heathrow Terminal 3 for an afternoon of queuing. Yes, we took Juliet out to Heathrow and put her on her long journey back home to Sydney. We booked a hire car to take us all out to Heathrow so we didn't have to lug her heavy bags (full of all those shoes she bought in Paris!) on public transport. That was the easy bit. First we had to queue for check-in. The new hand luggage restrictions mean that you can take less into the cabin but you can put more in the hold. So no one seemed to raise an eyebrow when her 2 bags weighed 30kg together. Unless of course Royal Brunei airlines have a higher baggage limit in the first place. Who knows. We spent about 45 minutes in the check-in queue, but our next challenge was the security line. We joined it at what felt like 500m from the entrance and spent another hour waiting in line. Poor Juliet was a little concerned that she wouldn't make it to her gate in time but we assured her that everything would be fine. We had time to inspect the list of things not allowed in hand luggage as we waited. Juliet had to give up her lip balm and her toothpaste, but was able to keep her Neurofen and her organic oregano from Croatia. As we got within viewing distance of the security check area, she was called to the front of the line so she wouldn't miss her boarding call. We said our tearful goodbyes and we escaped to the tube. I guess it provides us with useful experience for our trip to Spain at the end of October.

posted by Elisabeth @ 9:22 PM