Thoughts of a Nomadic One

Jerusalem Syndrome can be defined as the process of fanatical attachment to the city due to it's religious sacredness. Many faithfuls fall under the syndrome and spend all of their money remaining in the Holy City. This is also the disease Steve (Aussie from Sydney) and I made fun of Chris (American from Chicago) for. However, by my 2nd day in Jerusalem, I was starting to develop anti-Jerusalem syndrome. I found the city too radically religious and cramped, causing minor claustrophobia.

The journey between Jerusalem and my flight required 8 major security checkpoints varying from metal detectors and X-ray, 2 minutes of questions regarding where and what was I doing in Israel to the full search and swabbing of everything in my backpack and daypack. After all that was completed, I got on my flight for London!

This is where things start turning for the worst.
London Heathrow Airport Terminal 4 had been evacuated on that due to a suspicious package and all flights had been canceled. Passengers on planes at the terminal were not allowed to get off. By the time we got in line for the passport control (8 pm), some had been waiting since 1 pm. It took me 3 hours to actually get to passport control by which point I had witnessed 2 fights, seen a woman pass out and attempted to hit on a Vancouver girl going to Ghana.

Once out of the arrival area, I found myself in a place similar to an international refugee camp. There were no buses, shuttles or underground trains running and there were no rooms left. Airport staff were handing out mats, blankets, juices and sandwiches to the stranded passengers. (The funny thing is, I intended to sleep in Terminal 4 that night, just didn't expect the other 5000 people!)

Since I was meeting Catherine and her family at 11 am in Terminal 3, I decided to walk over from Terminal 4 instead of waiting for the shuttled at 6 am. I mean, "How far could it be?"
This is where things get much worse for me.

1:30 AM - Leave Terminal 4, follow the signs towards Terminal 3
1:50 AM - This is great! Making good pace, nice view, fresh air.
2:10 AM - Should be just around the corner, shouldn't take much longer.
2:40 AM - Where am I?
3:00 AM - Where the FUCK am I?
3:20 AM - (Police pulls up to me, "You can't walk to T3, there's a tunnel, you should take a taxi.")
3:40 AM - (Get to a checkpoint with 3 police officers, one of them stops a bus and puts me on it for free)
4:00 AM - Arrive at Terminal 3, puts mat down in arrival area, pass out.

Back in London again.