Next time I leave North America, I'm going to have to put London on the list. In such a way that I spend more time there than several hours at Heathrow waiting for the buses to start up again, and then waiting at the bus station for the bus to Liverpool.
List of regrets includes being in London, but not really.
Heathrow is everything that is wrong with the Western world, rolled up into one crowded, disorganized, and decaying ant hill.
My girlfriend at the time and I spent the night in a filthy lounge chainsmoking and playing card games, grumbling about the immigration officer who made us miss the last bus because Merkins apparently take Erngersh jerbs. This was news to us because we're from the awesomest country in the world.
"What kind of job do you have in the United States that gives you 5 weeks off of work to visit Europe?"
"Uh... one that I like having?"
"How are you getting from Ireland to France?"
"We're going to figure that out once we get to Ireland. Since I have family there."
"Ok, I'll let you in to the country, but you better be on that plane out of Paris"
"Well, we did buy return tickets, and we're heading to Ireland pretty soon, so, I don't really think it's something you need to worry about"
It was a decade ago but things I recall are a couple of people who just conked the fuck out, security shooting the shit with us because they were also bored, and once we actually got the bus, a friendly Welshman in a suit pointing out all of the London landmarks from our bus. He was the most intelligible Welsh person I've ever run into.
Actually Welshman. I don't think I've ever seen a female Welsh person. Which raises interesting questions.