Well, this is our final post from the U.K. We’re in Stansted Airport, where Internet time costs a whopping one pound (that’s two dollars!) for every 10 minutes - so this will be quick!

It rained the entire morning (as, in fact, it has rained every single day that we’ve been here) as we drove the M40 back to Heathrow. We then hopped on a bus to Stansted, where we encountered the craziest, most congested airport either of us has ever experienced. People stand in massive clumps, staring at the departure board, waiting for their flight to be listed. You cannot just check-in at any point; you have to wait until about 2 hours before your flight, and then you’re told at which counter to check in. So then you join a massive hoard of people jockeying for a place in the check-in queue.

Peter got a chance to dust off his rusty French skills when he called our hotel to tell them we’d be arriving late. After planning the entire conversation out in his head (in French, of course - and after consulting a newly-purchased French phrase book), he got half-way through his first sentence, and then copped out with a, “Parlez-vous anglais?” Luckily, the hotel employee was very friendly and understanding, and even referenced James Bond in the conversation! We’re looking forward to checking out the tidal barrage along the Rance River in Dinard, France. It’s one of the oldest tidal power facilities in the world.

A tout l’heure!

PS - They have awesome food - and we’re totally serious - at Stansted airport. So if you’re ever in the mood for a little airport craziness, check it out!