Blurried journey...

It has taken forty-six hours to make the journey from London to Stockholm, which should only take two and half. Arriving at Heathrow at 5am yesterday to an airport that was bathed in a sense of destroyed chaos. Rows of passengers without flights laid in rows on the tile floors under aluminum blankets. Disheveled and distraught, they bore signs that chastised their airlines for mistreating and ignoring them. Security guards blocked entrances to the airport, refusing to allow people to enter the terminal, forcing them to stand outside in the freezing conditions without any explanation. By some miracle, our flight was one of the few that managed to leave Heathrow. Originally meant to depart at 7am, we sat in the terminal, bags checked, for nine hours watching the screens move forward while our flight stayed frozen at the top of the board: 'please wait' it read. The 'condition', as it was being called, had brought one of the world's busiest airports to a standstill and was largely due to 5 inches of snow that fell in one hour in London on Saturday. Despite what might sound like a negative tone, the trip actually wasn't too bad. Heathrow has free wifi and plenty of coffee shops, once we made it to Frankfurt we were put up in a lovely hotel, given taxi rides to and from the airport, and were provided with three meals. We might have arrived a little behind schedule but, to be honest, I haven't got much to complain about.

Wishing good luck to anyone having to travel this holiday season... hope you make it to your final destination quickly and safely.