As the plan took off i could feel it going so fast and i felt like i must have had a similar feeling as a child, running so hard you were sure you would lift off the ground. The plane, of course, did lift off the ground, and there was that roller-coaster-ride feel. We rode through this hazy flat sort of cloud and then we were riding by regular clouds. The haze was just like seeing movies of above views of haze, and the riding by regular clouds was also like in movies. I think movies have spoiled some of the magic of flying. But then we were above this huge billowing white cloud bank and it was amazing.
I got in to JFK at Terminal 9, followed people to Terminal 8, Gate 8 (which is a separate building, and gate 8 is at the far end). Then my flight was changed to Gate 48A, Terminal 9 (end of the terminal? you bet). I had plenty of time, though, and didn't mind the walk.
I was in some skinny plane between Logan and JFK, but to London was a "Boeing Triple-7," 9 seats wide. You felt the motion less, and it was dark, so there wasn't the impressive looking out at the world, so i was glad that my first real flight (i don't remember flying to California when i was 4) was on the little plane. This was nice for a long flight, though. Dinner and breakfast. Flight info on the viewscreens on the backs of the seats. Going over 600 mph, altitude of 39000 feet, oustidectemps were as low as -70F. Wow. I read my last Oxford book and finally got dozy about a half an hour before landing.
I got through the airport okay and eventually found my baggage. Walked about a mile underground to the (above ground) bus station. Beautiful weather. Sunny, light breeze, about 65F. Scads of people waiting for the Oxford bus (which runs every half hour) so though i got there at 10:15 i actually left at 11:25. Fell asleep on the bus. Getting to Trinity from Gloucester Green is less intuitive than it looks on a map, but there was a helpful bus worker there (seems like every Oxford college is hosting summer students) and i made it with little difficulty. I'm up in the Quad, in a little house. The stairs are a bitch (glad i only had the one small suitcase) but i'm on the same level as the one bathroom and one shower. My roommate arrived later than i did and i think fell asleep; have barely spoken to her, but have gotten to know other housemates and a girl from another house. (The houses are all numbered and refered to as "staircases"). Went around town with them for a while. Feels very American here, though there are also lots of old buildings. Is worse than Boston for street signs. Almost no crosswalks, but the pedestrians far outnumber the cars. Am two houses away from the very nice house which houses the 24/7 computer lab in its basement. Opening dinner barbecue will he held in the quad outside my house in a few minutes as it's nearly 6pm London time now.
Expect to crash when i fall asleep tonight. Traveling is so not a big deal for me, though; i've traveled alone lots of times -- this flying is just a bigger step. Have adjusted to the time difference well, partly i think because i took a night flight.
Off now. Will update lots surely.