"Wait, weren't we just here?"

Wednesday night, back at London Heathrow Airport again, the flight was cramped but short. (Oh and the female flight attendant's uniforms... ask me about them in person sometime. -Eric) Our bags decided it would be fun to take 30 minutes to come to the baggage carousel. (My bag missed me so it came right away, but Blythe's wanted to be away from him for awhile. -Eric) After everything was collected we walked out to the reception area where we were supposed to meet Brother Beaver, who is our main contact in London- you'll learn a little more about him shortly. We hadn't exactly determined a meeting point, and this proved to be an issue. We didn't realize it at the time, but our flight arrived early. Because of this, we didn't see the brother right away. After some waiting, we reasoned that he was probably downstairs near the exit, so we took self and bag down the escalator to find him. 5 minutes and a call to his wife later, we determined him not to be present downstairs. So back up we went, except there we only down escalators not up, so up 3 flights of stairs with 40+ lb bags. We went back to the gate reception area and waited some more. And waited. And waited. Nothing. By this point we decided that he must be downstairs, so down we went. 4 minutes later, guess who was lugging the baggage back up the stairs? Shortly after our second mountain climb, here he comes, just 2 minutes after the scheduled arrival time. Relieved to finally find him, we obediently trailed him back to the car. (Like little lost puppies. -Eric) Except we kept going in and out of the same doors and walking in big circles. This elderly brother is in his 80s, and our exhaustion delayed the realization for a bit that he had no idea where his car was. With the help of a friendly airport worker (Smoking like a chimney. -Eric) we finally got to the car. The ride back was interesting; London drivers are not reckless, they just make Chicago drivers seem like the grandma who can't see over the wheel. We arrived at the Ellington's (our residence for the first month) about 20 minutes later. After dropping our bags they showed us where the Kingdom Hall is, and the Acton High Road, then we walked back and fell into bed.