Alice waiting for her flight, which was on time.
My flight was woefully delayed, so I waited with her until her flight departed, and waiting another THREE HOURS for my own.
I got my passport stamped in Canada, even though I was barely there. Now my passport is totally tricked out.
The flight wasn't horrible, and before I knew it I was at London Heathrow, looking for Alice. Eventually we found eachother, and made our way on the Underground. Unfortunately, the line we needed to get to Lewes was under construction, and after quite a bit of unhelpful and contradictory advice, we found a couple of helpful men who knew Lewes by virtue of its brewery and put us on the correct train. We arrived in Lewes five hours after disembarking our flights, and took a taxi to our first B&B, which is actually in the nearby village of Barcombe.
After making the acquiantance of Betty and Chris(the proprieters) and cleaning up, we headed over to The Royal Oak, a pub down thre street, for dinner. The pub had excellent vegetarian food and I greatly enjoyed my butternut squash risotto, and a pint of lager. Alice ordered a braised lamb curry. It was her wedding anniversary, so we celebrated with dessert.
After dinner we returned to our room(the owner was surprised that we booked a room with a double bed rather than a room with two beds, apparently when we called and stated we were a pair of female students looking for a room it didn't click. She was expecting a couple!), and forced ourselves to stay awake until 9 p.m. before succumbing to exhaustion.
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