Plan A was to take tube to Paddington and from there Heathrow Express to the airport. London underground Didn't play along and let us know that neither of the direct lines to Paddington are working on this beautiful Saturday. Helpful staff in the station suggested us to take two lines to a nearby station and from there walk to Paddington. However, we needed to be in airport on time, not start an underground-seeing tour, so we just grabbed an Uber to Paddington.
I went through security with no issues. They patted me down, did an explosive test, my luggage came through with no additional check, but that's where the smooth security ended. Because Polina was coming through the next security line, her luggage went into secondary check and just when her bag was the next to screen, the security guards had the change of shift. For that the new guard arrived, took the morning one with her and both disappeared for 10 minutes. They returned, made a royal change like the guards bu Westminster Abbey and after mere 15 minutes of waiting, the new girl turned her attention to Polina's bag. Although the reason for additional check was a jar of peanut butter, she started with opening all the pockets and zips, took out all kinds of cosmetics, medicine, edible and through the toothbrush on the floor. After a short discussion, they kept the peanut butter (turned out that unlike in Stansted, where it's no issue, you can't take it with you when you fly through Heathrow), Polina was able to repack her bag and walk to the feedback station, where you can hit four different buttons to rate your experience in the security. Polina rated them 15 times.
We had breakfast in Leon again, flew to Frankfurt, where we had to go through another security (unlike in London, the Germans double-checked my bag because of the cheddar I brought with me), ran faster than Usain Bolt to the gate, where the boarding had supposed to be started a while ago just to find out that the flight will be delayed.
Leaving the hotel at 7am on London and arriving after 6pm in Tallinn Ariport.
I went through security with no issues. They patted me down, did an explosive test, my luggage came through with no additional check, but that's where the smooth security ended. Because Polina was coming through the next security line, her luggage went into secondary check and just when her bag was the next to screen, the security guards had the change of shift. For that the new guard arrived, took the morning one with her and both disappeared for 10 minutes. They returned, made a royal change like the guards bu Westminster Abbey and after mere 15 minutes of waiting, the new girl turned her attention to Polina's bag. Although the reason for additional check was a jar of peanut butter, she started with opening all the pockets and zips, took out all kinds of cosmetics, medicine, edible and through the toothbrush on the floor. After a short discussion, they kept the peanut butter (turned out that unlike in Stansted, where it's no issue, you can't take it with you when you fly through Heathrow), Polina was able to repack her bag and walk to the feedback station, where you can hit four different buttons to rate your experience in the security. Polina rated them 15 times.
We had breakfast in Leon again, flew to Frankfurt, where we had to go through another security (unlike in London, the Germans double-checked my bag because of the cheddar I brought with me), ran faster than Usain Bolt to the gate, where the boarding had supposed to be started a while ago just to find out that the flight will be delayed.
Leaving the hotel at 7am on London and arriving after 6pm in Tallinn Ariport.
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