
We were the first plane to land on Sunday at the Heathrow airport (they have a night-time ban on flights landing, which is lifted at 6am). So we touched down at about 6:04am and were on our way to find our departing flight. They say you should plan on 2hrs to transfer between terminals, but because the airport was mostly empty, there were very few lines for us to stand in (pardon me - "Queues" - we're in England, after all). At Heathrow, they tell you what terminal your flight will depart from, but you can't learn the gate until 1hr before takeoff, so that makes it a bit tight time-wise. However, we didn't have any trouble (probably thanks to the early hour and it being a Sunday).
To fight jet-lag, we took some herbal remedies and also, to test out Rick Steve's suggestion of getting lots of sun, while waiting for the plane at Heathrow, Susan deliberately sat in a seat in direct sunlight. Between those two things and forcing herself to stay awake until 10pm, she didn't suffer any effects of jet-lag.
After a short flight (3 hrs) we were on the ground again, but this time in Moscow. Although it's best to make a beeline for the Passport Control area, nature's call was coming in loud and clear, so by the time we made it to Passport Control there was a long line... well - by calling it a "line" it gives the impression of some semblance of organization - scratch that thought out of your mind... it was a mass of people ever so slowly moving forward.
After a small amount of confusion and much waiting, all three of us made it through to go collect our checked bag. It had already come out of the plane and was waiting there for us with many other bags. We cleared security and wandered out into the midst of the crowd looking for a familiar face. Soon enough, a flash of pink (who turned out to be Marina) appeared at our side to usher us towards Cousin Anya and Papa Viktor.
We took the bus to the metro to get home and by the time we emerged from the metro station it was raining cats and dogs, so we took a bus to the closest stop rather than walking the last few blocks. The streets turned into rivers (reminded us of Placerita Canyon in the winter) and Papa Viktor tried his best to keep us dry. At one point, there was no way around a 6 foot wide river, so Papa Viktor acted as our "water taxi" and carried us each across on his back (luggage and all!). I was very thankful to keep my shoes and socks as dry as I did, thanks to him. Aunt Vera met us at home and we had a relaxing eveing together. We were all exhausted by the end of the day and were eager to fall asleep at 10pm.
Labels: Europe 2008, Moscow, Russia