Three women, one guy: an EPIC journey to Dublin!
We only convinced Scott to come with us at the last minute, and he came by bus and ferry later on the 14th. Since our flight was at 6:30am and we would have to leave at 2am to get to the bus that was taking us to the London Gatwick Airport, we decided to just pull an all nighter. This was a BAD idea, but I’ll get back to this later.
We had some wine with dinner and said farewell to friends in London.
While we were waiting for the bus, we began to feel a bit wobbly from the wine and disoriented from tiredness. We had a couple frantic moments on our way to the airport because my directions to the bus station at Earls Court were terrible and Susan and my phones’ GPS decided to cut out at that exact moment (when we so urgently needed them!). Fortunately, someone kindly pointed us in the direction of the right bus and we got to Earls Court alright.
It was cold and I desperately needed a bathroom. Luckily, Susan, Jeanette and I were able to able to entertain ourselves whilst we waited for the Easybus to come take us to Gatwick. When the bus finally came, I dreaded the hour-long bus ride before I could use a loo, but I ended up sleeping the whole way there and the journey turned into a very pleasant nap. Relief came within moments of our arrival at Gatwick.
We disembarked the Easybus, and we familiarized ourselves with the Southern Terminal of Gatwick Airport. Even though there was significantly less signage than I’m used to (and it didn’t help that, for some reason, I was being obstinate about not wearing my glasses), we found the right security entrance to get to our gate. We were approximately two hours early, so we sat in the Pret, where we chatted about warm memories and giggled over Cosmopolitan articles.
Believing we might miss our flight, we rushed to gate 22 only to find ourselves midway in a long line. There was more security, then we got into our seats. Susan came up with the brilliant idea that whoever sits in the middle, gets to choose where to sit next time, which is a great system since we’ll be doing so much traveling together. (Jeanette flew in the middle on the way there, and Susan on the way back.)
We passed out on the plane within seconds of the fasten seat belt sign flickering on. Then, before we knew it, we were in Dublin!