I got on the plane and the moment it was taking off I was already falling asleep. I didn’t feel like breakfast and I just made it to the airport, so within a few minutes I fell asleep, and I didn’t wake up until 4 hours later which was the sleep I needed. And I didn’t realize that the person sitting next to me the whole time was a friend a fellow biker. I covered myself with the blanket so he didn’t see me and I didn’t see him until later in the flight.

Just as I was washing up the captain said we are 20 minutes outside of London. When the plane was going in for the landing I think everybody woke up since the pilot didn’t think slowing down would matter that much when he landed. It jolted everyone in the plane and everyone got a little excited. I was just happy we were on time. And my bag was the fifth one out which is surprising, usually with my luck its the last one out. And I went straight to the taxi lines since I really enjoy riding the taxi.