So when I woke up Stacy had switched to a later flight because hers was cancelled. One of the workers knocked on my door twice and came into the flat around 10, turning all the lights on and making it very difficult to go back to sleep. Clearly Marc never told them that I was staying until 2 - not surprised.
So after getting delayed until 2, Stacy's flight (the only remaining British Airways flight from Barcelona to London) was cancelled. When I left the flat she was still at the airport in a really long line to see what her next step is. Heathrow is now closed, until at least 4 pm, to clear off the runways. This means that some people who had flights back home this afternoon are going to have some problems - at least Stacy and I aren't going home today.
I caught a cab to Victoria Coach with no problems (although maneuvering with my bags was very fun). When I got to the station my bus wasn't even posted (b/c 2 that were supposed to leave at 12 and 1 were delayed). So I waited around for about an hour or so before walking around the different gates to find the one I needed (b/c the bus still wasn't posted on the departure boards). My bus came but it wasn't going to go all the way to Brighton, so I stayed at the station and waited until the next one came, and hour and a half later. I met a nice Australian man, Barry, and we talked for quite a bit about our travel struggles and just the state of England public transportation at the moment. I finally got on a bus around 5:30, which got me to Brighton around 7:30.
When I got to Brighton I walked in circles for a bit because I had the street name wrong (many streets named variations of steine). I got to the B&B, checked in and settled in for the evening.
I caught up with a bunch of people that were supposed to fly home today. Some of them have flights on Tuesday or Wednesday, some are taking the Eurostar to Paris and Brussels to fly from there. Stacy is in a hotel in Barcelona and is booked on an 11:30 flight (which is now cancelled). Part of the problem is London and the weather, the other part, in Stacy's case, is stupid British Airways. At this point she's probably not going to make it to Brighton until late tomorrow.
I'm just going to explore the town tomorrow but not do any attractions until Stacy get's here.