Let this post be otherwise known as: the moment traveling became a boring, frustrating mess
It’s Day 2, hour something or other, and I’m currently mildly nauseous, sitting in London’s Stansted airport, waiting for the counter for my flight to Rabat to open.
There are also two cleaning staff in front of me loudly scraping gum off the floor. It is unfortunately the most annoying sound in existence, right behind the British accents currently surrounding me.
British accents in America sound sexy and posh. Here, in their natural element, to a sleep deprived, tired, sore-butted girl who would currently love nothing more than to throttle someone at her phone company, they just sound nasal and remind her of times when a classmate she went to school with irritated her days with a fake British accent.
And a baby just started screaming at the top of it’s lungs.
And I have 5 and a half more hours to go inside this airport.
This blog is currently holding me down.
So, why do I want to throttle my phone company?
Well, I called them three days ago to unlock my phone and after I’d bought a SIM card to try and call home here in the Stansted airport, I saw that my phone said, “UICC unlock failed. Your phone is only able to be used on Sprint SIM cards.”
Just trying to focus on breathing in and out.
I also realized an hour in on the flight to London from Boston that I forgot to call my card companies.
Never let anyone tell you that travel is easy.
I’m also nauseous? I finished a bagel with cream cheese that I brought with me from Evanston and I think the cream cheese is messing with me. Or the sleep deprivation is turning my stomach.
Also, it’s noon in London and therefore 5am back in Chicago right now so no one is awake to read this.
Word to the wise about the phone situation: I will probably switch phone carriers and buy a new phone the absolute next chance I get if the company doesn’t email me back with a solution. If you’re going abroad and you use Virgin Mobile and a Sprint phone: run. Run and don’t look back. Run until you are in the arms of your family plan on another network or something.
On another, unrelated note to underline how soul sucking this part of the journey is: These golf cart like things ride back and forth in front of me from time to time at 3 mph and they let out intermittent blaring noises.
I think I just discovered a new level of hell or something.
I’ll try to post again when I land in Rabat. But I have 5 hours here, so you might hear from me again real soon.