Traveling Tips for going from the US to the UK

Hello everyone:

Recently, I had the opportunity to visit the United Kingdom. It was awesome but there are some issues that I would have loved to know about before I went. Here they are for your perusal:

Just because you have an electrical adapter, it does not mean that it will work with your appliances. I whipped out my American to UK adapter, only to fry my electric rollers and hair dryer. I was too frightened to use the adapter after that, so we bought two more adapters in England, one for my cellphone and one for my Apple laptop. I also bought some electric rollers in country. I threw my original curlers out once we got back because they were fried enough to not work anymore.

Your hotel may not have any air conditioning, depending on where you go. It was 90 degrees and humid in North Cornwall, which made for some uncomfortable nights. The management loaned us two fans but it was still rather warm for two Americans who are used to turning on the air conditioning at the drop of a hat or at a temperature rising above 70 degrees. Plan the time of year that you travel accordingly.

Hotels usually have hair dryers so you can leave yours at home, but they do not usually have Bibles so take yours if you want to do a Bible study while in country. Where are the Gideons when you need them?

The back roads in England are very narrow. Big cars do not do so well with very narrow roads, but the English are very considerate drivers. One of you will have to stop and wait if you are on a narrow lane and someone else is coming. Take turns. Trucks automatically win. If the pavement says “slow,” it really means “good luck with this one!” The word is usually painted on a road that is really only one lane but is pretending to be two.

The walls of the road (yes, they actually have 10 or 12 foot high walls on country roads) are vine-covered but they are hiding the fact that there is brick or stones underneath those vines. Don’t hit them.

If you get lost or are unsure of directions, the English are very happy to help, so ask them for assistance. Keep in mind that you may not understand what they are saying the first time around. Smile and be polite and ask them to repeat what they said.

Your car may not have a GPS, so you may wish to use your phone’s system to get where you are going because it will use your dialect.

The English love roundabouts. They use them a lot. The Twilight Zone of roundabouts was on our journey; it had five exits, each of which had its own five exit roundabout. We turned around and went somewhere else, in order to avoid it. If you see a sign that says “give way,” it means “yield.”

Some machines, like coin-operated washing machines, will only take new pound coins. The old pounds have a slightly different shape, so know which one you will need before converting all of your money to pounds in order to wash your clothes. Sometimes machines within a launderette (as they are called) will vary as to which coins they will accept, so ask the proprietor or read the signs above the machines.

Pounds are pretty easy to figure out, but the other coins might not be. I just gave up and treated a pound like a dollar (which it wasn’t) in order to have some sense of what I was paying for things. If you buy things in the airport, you can get a discount if you say you are flying outside the European Union. You may have to show your boarding pass to prove where you are going.

I hope you find my suggestions helpful. What tricks of traveling abroad have you used?

Best,

Dr. Sheri

Just for fun: The Twilight Zone Flight

Hello everyone:

Yesterday afternoon, I was scheduled to take a flight from Florida to Baltimore. We got on the flight at 5 pm, with a scheduled departure of 5:30. [Sit down and fasten your seat belts.] Well, the departure time came around and we noticed that a technician had boarded our plane because of a seat belt that wouldn’t buckle and a tray table that was unwilling to get into “its full, upright, and locked position.”

The captain came on and told us there would be a “brief delay” while this situation was remedied. In the meantime, we couldn’t have much air conditioning (in Florida, on a hot day) because it would take too much fuel. After about 30 minutes of sweating, the techie left and we backed away from the gate. We thought that, once we were on the tarmac, the take off would be happening shortly. We were wrong.

The next announcement from the captain came a few minutes later. The airport in Baltimore was having weather problems and planes were backed up and in holding patterns all the way to the Carolinas. The good thing was, according to the Man Up Front, that we hadn’t taken off because he didn’t have enough fuel to circle that far away from where he planned on landing and he would have had to “divert the flight.” [Translation: He would have needed to take us somewhere no one on the flight wanted to go and leave us there!]

A collective groan arose from the passengers who then realized that a diversion would still have been better than running out of fuel at 35,000 feet. [Are you seeing a “we-don’t-have-much-fuel-for-this-flight-and-are-you-sure-you-really-want-to-go” theme here?]  A few minutes went by and the captain came back on with “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but air traffic control at BWI has closed the runways so we have another 45 minute delay. On top of the other 45 minute delay. That means we will have 1 1/2 hours to wait and we will need to get more fuel” [I don’t think they refuel domestic commercial flights at 35,000 feet]. His plan was to turn back to the gate, where he promised to let us off the plane. Oops, some other plane was already in our former spot. That’s a no-go, folks.

Five minutes elapsed when he announced “Baltimore is open” – hold on, we’re next in line for takeoff!” [Wait a minute- what about the fuel?] We took off, with the pilot having promised to “fly slowly” so that he could avoid the backup of planes needing to land. [Wait a minute, WHAT ABOUT THE FUEL????]

With a Reader’s Digest Condensed Version of this tale of woe, we landed a couple of hours later…….only to find that all of the gates were full, so we had to park on the tarmac and wait for an empty gate…. and wait…….and wait….. for about 20 more minutes on a warm plane, unable to stand for the last 4 1/2 hours……..

As this story played out to its uncomfortable end, I turned to the man seated across the aisle and asked him if he’d ever seen The Twilight Zone. I informed him that this was the show enacted in real life. They let you on the plane, but they never let you off!

I would love to hear your tale of woe regarding air flight! What has happened to you in the attempt to go where your ticket permitted but the airlines or the weather seemed destined to prevent?

Best,

Dr. Sheri

Just for fun: Death by Porta Potty

Hello everyone:

I told this story to my face-to-face classes yesterday and they suggested I share it with you, so here goes. BTW, the situation is true and just happened to me yesterday morning.

I was on my way to Prince Frederick yesterday morning, driving down the highway, when I noticed a flatbed trailer holding 8 Porta Potties right in front of me. We were going 55 miles per hour, and I could not get around him, so I stayed behind his vehicle almost the entire way to campus.

Then I started to notice some things about the flatbed. It had no lip that would have kept the toilets from flying off of the back of the trailer, should they become loose. Then I noticed that there was only one rope holding them on the flatbed trailer.

My imagination began working overtime, as I realized what the next day’s headlines would read, if they hit my car: “Death by Porta Potty!” I could just picture myself walking around heaven for all eternity, with folks coming up and asking me, “So, Sister, how did you die?” My reply? “I got hit in the face by a toilet!”

When I was finally ready to leave the road and turn into campus, I felt very relieved that the toilet-toting-trailer continued down the road. My face was flushed with happiness as I realized that no headlines would be necessary. Have a great day!

Best,

Dr. Sheri

Maneuvering in store parking lots

Hello everyone:

It’s Christmas time and all the nut jobs are working overtime, or so it seems. While many completely sane people (like you and me) are trying to make it through Blood Alley (aka shopping center parking lots) alive, there are some definite things not to do. (Please note that I observed this this afternoon in my local grocery store parking lot, so this news is fresh!)

A lady walked out of the store, pushing one of those little carts you get if you aren’t buying much. She threw caution to the wind by not taking the time to see if anyone was coming; she was in the crosswalk, so it was her right-of-way, right?

She proceeded to almost get hit by two different cars going in opposite directions as she walked boldly (to boldly walk where no woman has gone before- my paraphrase) across the blacktop. She then continued towards her car, walking down the middle of the roadway, ignoring those of us who were following behind her in our cars.

After unloading her groceries, she headed to the cart corral and pushed her empty cart in the direction of the corral……the cart did not make it. As she turned and walked back across the lot (without any regard for the fact that I was in danger of putting out her lights permanently), the cart took off down the slopped lot.

The cart picked up speed as it careened down the lot, narrowly missing several parked cars. The woman did not notice my frantic waving- she must have thought I was just being friendly. The cart, now moving at a very brisk pace, headed right in front of an on-coming car. There was no collision, but there were more parked cars ahead……

By the grace of God and the increased slope of the parking lot, the cart turned towards the one place where it would not hit anything- the drainage ditch. The last I saw of the recalcitrant cart, it was full-speed-ahead for the water retention pond.

The lesson here: watch out what you are doing when you leave the store and make sure that the buggy goes where it should……and I haven’t even told you about the lady who ran two stop signs and a traffic light at the mall today. Perhaps I will, another day.

Best,

Dr. Sheri

What is it with banks these days?

Hello everyone:

The question of the day is: what is it with banks these days? I like to chat with tellers and to control my spending, so I deliberately do not have an ATM card. I go to the bank when it is open, for the express purpose of getting cash, making a deposit, and having a pleasant conversation.

A few months back, my bank got rid of its teller lines and made it so I have to go into a tiny office to get my banking done. That is, I go into the little office after I wait in line behind someone who wants to open an account, get a new mortgage, and find out about the latest and greatest trends in banking.

What used to be a few minutes of pleasantries and then going on my way, now takes between 10 and 15 minutes. They tell me to have a seat in the lobby, I guess so that my feet don’t start hurting during the endless wait……where I wait and wait and wait…….

Today, I went into the bank where I have a safe deposit box. I had two questions: are there any larger boxes available and how much do they cost to rent. There were two men in front of me. One of them needed to get his messed up checking account balanced. These things take time.

The other one wasn’t saying what his problem was, but he was settled into the seat very comfortably and had apparently been there for some time (no, no moss was growing up his legs from the potted plants nearby, but he had the glassy-eyed look of boredom that comes upon a person who has been sitting for a while. He also kept shifting his weight in the chair, so I think his bottom was going numb. Can’t be sure about that, though).

After about five minutes and constant reassurances of future service from various employees who were walking by (but who were not actually waiting on someone), the girl behind the desk asked me to take a seat (in a much more stern voice). I explained that I only wanted to ask a couple of questions. Five more minutes went by before she finally said, “Okay, what did you want to know?”

I asked her if they had larger safe deposit boxes available; I had the smallest one and needed a bigger one. She responded “yes.” I asked her how much they rent for, but she said she couldn’t tell me because she had to figure it out (apparently there is a logarithm attached to this task, based on whether or not the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter is aligned with Mars). Translation: sit down lady, and wait your turn.

Forgive me, Father, but I left……only one question answered out of two, and no closer to renting a bigger safe deposit box. So, what is it with banks?

Best,

Dr. Sheri