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Day One

Today has been the most Epic Fail day of my life!
Let me explain... I'm supposed to be on my way to see my girlfriend (Carli) in America right now, and yet here I am stuck in a hotel in London. So many things went wrong that I really don't know where to start, but OK, lets start with the morning.

September 5th!

I started the day in a rush. Nothing was right, I was missing socks, shoes, toothbrush... you name it! Of course all of this was already packed I just kept forgetting and runing round trying to find it. I printed off my Itinery twice just incase someone needed to keep a copy and called myself a Taxi, standing waiting for it at the door with my case.
And I waited.....
And waited...
By now I was getting a little nervous about the flight but I managed to push all of that aside when my Taxi finally turned up. I gave my dad a hug, hopped in and away I was! Off to America!!
Or so I thought....

after some small talk with the driver I arived at Manchester Airport, Terminal 3! The small one for flights inside of Europe. I ran straight up after paying the driver, case in hand. Straight to my check in desk feeling comfortably early, and went to one of the computer things. The self check in system. I followed the on screen instructions and scanned my passport into it though instantly it popped up that I wasn't detected on any flights. This was wierd. So getting more and more nervous by the minute I headed over to one of the assistants and asked them for some help. He then continued to copy what I had just done, entering my passport number and flight details in. He suggested I go to the customer services desk and ask the lady what was wrong, so with a shaky half smile and an "Okay" off I went"

this is where things really started to turn the wrong way... it wasn't just that I couldn't be found on the system... oh no. My luck isn't that good! My flight from Manchester to Heathrow had been canceled, rescheduled and had flown out without me earlier that day! GREAT!

I ran to the nearest shop and got some money on my phone, sitting outside the airport on my case I called Carli.I woke her up as it was about 3am for her and her whole family was asleep in bed! After explaining the situation and returning to the British Airways desk, her mom had decided I should try to get a different flight to London. So off I went to the BMI counter, passing Bobby Charlton on the way!

The lady at the desk took Carli's mom's credit card information and said I would make it to Heathrow just in time to catch my next flight connecting to Denver. It was a very tight window though she also said. So I literally had to run from there, to check in my bags, and from there to the gate. I made it just in time and got on the plane. Bobby Charlton was sat about 5 rows infront of me too! Though there was a line of people trying to get his autograph.

I sat down with a sigh of relief.. then I noticed I was on a plane. The cold.. shivering fear took over as I started to get extremely nervous. My palms were sweaty and my heart was going mad. Eventually we took off and got up in the air. The flight was going fine until the turbulance started. It got so bad that the crew had to abandon the idea of giving out drinks and snacks, returning to their seats and apologising. The captain came over the intercom saying how it seemed too dangerous for the crew to be walking about the plane. GREAT!

I had barely gotten over the jitters of the take off when the pilot came over the intercom again saying we'd be landing in 10 minutes! This got my hopes up as I was instantly looking forward to getting off the plane. I had planned out getting off, running for my bags and running for my next flight. So we landed in the worst turbulance I've ever seen and I got off the plane straight onto the shuttle bus that takes you to the terminal. The driver then decided to drive slower than i thought possible, even pulling over at one point to answer a call on his phone. Eventually we made it to the terminal and I was the first one off, running up the stairs to go and grab my bags! Or so I thought...