May 16th, 10:18am (Los Angeles time)
Well, about to get on to the first plane, a roughly three hour flight from Los Angeles to Calgary. It's the same sort of little plan I took up to Washington last summer, but I don't think it will be much of a problem. I'l be putting this computer up top and keeping my back-pack on the bottom. Probably going to knit for a while, and then sleep. It's 6:18pm over in London right now. I guess I'll be sort of getting onto the London timezone if I knit for a while, then fall asleep. There's a bit of a lay-over in Calgary, I'm not sure what I'll do then - maybe sleep, maybe write more.
They just announced the boarding plans - I expect boarding to begin soon. ...well I just overheard them saying they would start the boarding at 10:25am. Priority boarding first, though, so no rush. Once Priority is over, it's boarding by seat number (I'm a window seat - 23F), so I should be prepared then. I just took a picture of my boarding passes, so I'll be posting up a picture with this all.
In other news, this terminal was very quiet. I woke up at 5:15am, took a nice, leisurely shower, then woke up everyone else at 6pm. There was a bit of confusion, but everything got done, and we left at 6:30
-- I got called to line up at that point, as 23F is in the back of the tiny little plane. --
Continued at 5:05pm (Calgary time)
Where was I? Right, leaving.
We left at 6:30 for my 10:55am flight, and got there at about 7pm. Air Canada, flying to Calgary in Canada, is in Terminal 2, not the international terminal. Perhaps partly for that reason, but also partly because Air Canada is Air Canada, there was no line. No line at all. It was spiffy.
No lines for the identity check or the security line thing. Security was a bit of a pain, but that's my fault. To go through security for me means I remove: Carabiner with bandana, micromere, etc.; my watch attached to pants; my belt, with its metal buckle; my camera from its case on my belt; my boots; my sweater (tied around waist, generally); my computer from the computer case; my passport pouch from under my shirt; my notebook from my lower pocket; and my change from my normal pockets. Plus putting my bags into the machine as normal. It's a bit of a bother, as is putting everything back on. I left a water bottle in my backpack at LAX, and it got confiscated. Not that much of a problem. I had plenty of time.
After getting in, I walked around, knitted at my gate, walked around, went to the restroom, drank water, knitted some more, took a nap, knitted some more, napped a bit more, then fond a plug and started typing on my computer. You know how that went.
Plane flight was... I wound up sleeping for most of it, on and off. Air Canada's Embraers have little touch-screen displays in front of every seat, but they didn't have anything interesting functioning on the little plane. First Mate was very humorous, giving altitude and flight time to inches, centimeters, and seconds. Also noted that the cabin crew spoke English, French, and American.
Calgary is a nice airport.
It has a really awful immigration thing, where you have to go through immigration, get your bags, go through customs, and then check your
bags for your next flight. I had about 5 hours here to start with, though, so it's fine.

Aside from that, very nice airport. Good shops, good resturants, and free internet. I had a canadian burger over at Harvey's, which tasted delectable. I had a smoothie over at Orange Julius, which was good, and
then I headed to my gate. I was three hours early, so it was not displaying my flight. And here I am, typing away.

-- another break --
Good morning London! Well, it's
7:44am there, but I am not there. I am somewhere over the Atlantic ocean, typing away on the airplane, with my computer plugged into the seat in front of me. Finally, I have found an airplane where there are electrical outlets - the Airbus 333, which has a plug on the back of every other seat (next to the touch-screen monitor, which makes me wonder if this is a Air-Canada specific thing). So I am happy.

From where I left off... I didn't really do that much. I went online, and checked a few things on facebook, such as the EUSA London 09 Facebook group, reading through the members (I didn't know anyone). My love came online, and we talked at bit (Rachel also sent messages via phone), but the internet (provide free by the airport) got a bit funny. I went to the restroom, knitted a bit, and tried to get it to work, but my
computer got a bit funny and that didn't work out. I really need to get a new anti-virus program, now that the school year is out. I don't like Norton Anti-virus, and Norton Anti-virus doesn't like me. Also need to get a fresh version of the VLC, as the current one I have periodically freezes and eats memory.

After a while, boarding began. I was among the first group of people to get on--again--and sat myself down and
tried to nap while I waited for my seat-mate to appear. I had a window seat on the far right, there is a seat, then the aisle, then four seats in the center, and antoher two seats on the other side. My seatmate never appeared, so I expanded to sleeping on both seats, which, surprisingly, was only slightly better. I pondered going around and finding which of the other passengers were EUSA people, but thought I should get my sleep first and then do that. So napped on and off, ate food, more napping, and now it's 8:05AM in London... and all the lights are off inside the plane. So no prancing around with "EUSA?" written on a peice of paper.
That's all for now.
-- break again --
Went and played Battle for Westnoth for two hours. I'm giving the main campaign a rest, since I can't seem to beat the merfolk level, and instead I am playing "A Tale of Two Brothers." Decent plot-line, interesting senarios... it's pretty good. Plus it's only 4 (long) senarios, which is considerably less than the 25 senarios of "The Rebirth of Westnoth" campaign. I feel kind of dirty for abandoning the main campaign part-way though, but I'm barely making any progress on figuring out the merfolk level.
Merfolk level is annoying - I'm used to playing with elves (in fact, I produce many variety of elves, plus horsemen, and mages... and that's all), but... there are no terrain features to use on land or on sea, the merfolk keep dying off, and the towns are undefensible. I don't see any distinctive way to exploit the terrain, so it's just me against them - a meat-grinder that I can't win. No idea how to win the level. I suppose I could just plow through and win a phyrric victory, but those never appeal to me. I need a strong army for up-coming levels...
Anyway, it doesn't seem that long until we land, so I'm going to pack up my computer and get read elsewhere. Probably go listen to the comedy channel on the radio.
Speaking of which, the touch-screen system here is just as faulty as the last one. I think it would be a great system if all of the features were installed, and it had a clicking sound so you know you've tapped it correctly. I don't care that much, though, as the plug makes up for any short-coming.
So long for now.
-- break again --
May 17, 9:20pm, London
Okay, now home at evening. I'll finish the traveling stuff there, and then the stuff after getting here will be in a normal post.
After I finished playing Battle for Westnoth and wrote the above note, I ate food and then watched the start of a docu-drama about a plot to kill Hitler. It was pretty good, but then we landed.
I got off and went to immigration, and then... problem! She asked me how long I was staying, and I told her that I was staying for two months. She asked what I was doing and I told her that I was studying abroad, plus interning for an organization. She asked me what organization, and called her boss over. I started getting worried, and showed her the various papers. Her boss asked me why I hadn't applied with them. I told him that I did, and that my visa was in the passport. The lady doing the passports spazzed a bit. Turns out that she had missed the visa in my passport. There was a lot of good-natured cajoling between the lady and her boss, and I got through just fine.
I grabbed my bags, and went over to the Underground, but took a wrong turn, went up an elevator, and wound up in front of the front door of London Heathrow Airport... I went around somewhere else, and got to the Piccadilly Line and took it to South Kensington. I had too much luggage to sit down, due to my camping backpack and massive suitcase, so I just stood for the half-hour ride. I got to South Kensington, and went outside the station. For whatever reason, London street signs aren't in the usual place, but rather are attached to fences and building walks, on the corners and sidewalks. Big signs, but hard to see. I didn't know this, so I blindly wandered around until I found myself on Harrington Ave. I went up that, then realized I didn't know what road Manson Place was attached to. I knew that Manson Place was a dead-end alley growing from the middle of one of the roads south of Harrington... so every time there was a road going south from Harrington, I would walk down the block, then go to the next block and cross back to Harrington. With all my luggage, this was kind of heavy, so I was pretty tired when I eventually found the place. Got to the door and the RM let me in and gave me my keys. I went to my room and started unpacking...