Last Leg...

Some trips end by gently fading to black and others keep you on the edge of your seat right till the last moment. After an afternoon of drinking in a pub with Chris and his brother Hen, we caught a free bus back to Heathrow with what seemed like an ample amount of time to spare. We couldn't have been more wrong.

It turns out that both of us were carrying contraband items in our carry on luggage. Chris had a liter of water in a Nalgene bottle and I had a Swiss army knife I thought I lost three years ago. But in order for them to find those items, they had to completely unpack both our bags. The entire process took upwards of twenty minutes and our flight had already finished boarding save us.

We raced down the escalators toward our gate where two flight attendants were trying to figure out how to pronounce my first name for final boarding call. We were the last passengers to board and as the aircraft latched closed behind us, our hearts were racing from the mad sprint we had just completed.

I'm sure it might seem hectic and a little like tempting fate continuously, but I don't think it would be us if we traveled any other way. It's probably how we can stand traveling together for so long. I guess that counts for something.

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