Disembarked the ship today, and it couldn’t have come sooner. Nearly the whole cruise felt like a hangover mixed with a bad dream. 23 hour days, combined with a heavy workload and the constant motion of the ship created a monster of a problem for my equilibrium and my sleep schedule. The food, while very tasty, was very rich and heavy nearly every night. The people were just about as shallow as they come, and most conversations held were incredibly boring. There were a few exceptions, however, and they occurred when I talked to the crew. One of the photographers was born in India and was on the ship because he needed a bit of cash before he went back to school to get his MBA. Overall, a cruise on the Queen Mary 2 is not something I’d readily repeat, as we were twenty-two of the only young adults on the ship, and as such, there were a very limited amount of activities tailored to our demographic.
England, from what I’ve seen of it, is gorgeous. It was, of course, cloudy when we arrived, and there was a spot of rain on the bus ride. The mix of old stone buildings and modern hotels is a curious one, but I rather enjoy it. The only thing that really stood out as a major difference was the whole driving on the left side of the road thing. When you drive on the left, all the doors on all the buses are on the left as well, and this threw me when I looked for a door where I expected it to be and found none.
Once we arrived at Heathrow, we discovered that couldn’t check our luggage until three hours prior to the flight we found ourselves stuck with nothing to do for four hours. I fell asleep on the floor. When we had gotten into the terminal, we had another few hours to wait before we boarded. The flight was unremarkable, and we arrived in Roma without incident.
Now to explore the city!
