I miscalculated a little on the days of the week, we’re actually leaving Heathrow today. I’m in a Premier Inn as we speak with a hotel-sterile white towel wrapped around my head. What a nightmare getting here from Glasgow. It was fine until we hit the Heathrow terminal exits and then everything went pear-shaped. We ended up an hour late to the hotel from being lost and looping around the M4 more times than I care to remember. Then, when we finally abandoned the driving directions and made our own way there from seeing the place from the motorway, they told us we were at the wrong one and had to drag our lifeless bodies back into the car and drive another 15 minutes up the road. All in all, it took us 11 hours to get here.
There is solace in that our direct flight to Denver doesn’t leave until 1 p.m., but then again, we still have to find our way to the National car rental drop off which of course, isn’t next to the airport. We should be getting into Missoula around 11:30 p.m. and then have a 45-minute drive home.
Did I mention how much I miss my own bed?