It's the middle of my third week in England. I thought I was going to weep throughout this month! Instead, when my mother called up yesterday saying she was missing me I told her I was not. It's a good thing that my mother has a sense of humor, she jacked me for that and said I'll miss home (desperately) during special occasions. She's quite right.
My journey to England was particularly gruelling. I had to catch a flight to Mumbai only to have a stressful, intense 12 hours there, and then catch a flight to London. Mumbai being such a busy airport was no fun. After my genuine shock over my severely excess luggage and the punishment of getting the middle seat for that, I was stuck at security check for something like an hour. The flight got delayed and I was lounging about until almost 3:30 a.m. before the life-saving call for boarding the flight wafted through the air. Luckily, my punishment wasn't so bad. I got the front seat which meant lots of leg room - not that I need any!! Plus, Jet is a fantastic flight. This is coming from someone who has been on many flights. Attendants were sweet, TV was awesome, food was good and the blankets were soft. But my legs were hanging from the seat and the guy next to me was chubby so he encroached upon a bit of my seat. The girl on my other side was so bloody sleepy that she unknowingly kept snuggling up to me! I couldn't curl my legs up and they just went on dangling. It was absolutely ridiculous!
London Heathrow chose the very day I landed to be short of trolleys. Waiting for 20 mins, then there was the challenge of putting my large suitcases on the trolley and finally finding my friend. But I have to say, it was good to be back. To see my friend, walk the roads I frequented when I lived in Oxford and the general feel of the country. I never thought I'd come back, you see.
My journey to England was particularly gruelling. I had to catch a flight to Mumbai only to have a stressful, intense 12 hours there, and then catch a flight to London. Mumbai being such a busy airport was no fun. After my genuine shock over my severely excess luggage and the punishment of getting the middle seat for that, I was stuck at security check for something like an hour. The flight got delayed and I was lounging about until almost 3:30 a.m. before the life-saving call for boarding the flight wafted through the air. Luckily, my punishment wasn't so bad. I got the front seat which meant lots of leg room - not that I need any!! Plus, Jet is a fantastic flight. This is coming from someone who has been on many flights. Attendants were sweet, TV was awesome, food was good and the blankets were soft. But my legs were hanging from the seat and the guy next to me was chubby so he encroached upon a bit of my seat. The girl on my other side was so bloody sleepy that she unknowingly kept snuggling up to me! I couldn't curl my legs up and they just went on dangling. It was absolutely ridiculous!
London Heathrow chose the very day I landed to be short of trolleys. Waiting for 20 mins, then there was the challenge of putting my large suitcases on the trolley and finally finding my friend. But I have to say, it was good to be back. To see my friend, walk the roads I frequented when I lived in Oxford and the general feel of the country. I never thought I'd come back, you see.
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