Okay, so my flight to London Heathrow was scheduled to be on 12th November at 9.45 am. So obviously enough, I had to get my ass down to Cairo the night before to avoid any mishaps. And so awayyy I went, leaving my bed looking like THIS:
Okayyy the 'AWAY' sign might have been a little more in-your-face than intended. LOL. Especially when my housemates will be around the house from the 16th, while I will be back on the 21st. If all goes well, InsyaAllah. :-)
After an bum sore-ing journey by train to Cairo, that I did not manage to sleep through BTW thanks to the unexpectedly cold weather and the paranoia, courtesy of myself coz I didn't trust anyone around me, so I kept hold on my backpack REAL tight, and stole glances at my luggage above my head every 5 minutes or so. -___-" I mean, I trusted the old man next to me, I guess. Coz he reads the Quran ALL THE WAY from Alexandria to Cairo. YES. All 3 hours of it.
But then again, they read the Quran the same way they would a book. (Okay, so what's my point? -___-")
BUT I'm paranoid WITH a reason. The other day when I was queueing to purchase my textbook, I SWORE I heard my backpack rustling, and it so happens that an Arab dude was standing next to me, and EVERY TIME I turned around to check, his hands always scattered from what I expect to be my backpack to his pockets, his waistband, his zippers (???). THANK GOD nothing was missing though. So yeah, now I don't trust any bloody Arabs, except my landlord, perhaps.
Coz when someone 'supposedly' educated (he was a university student) tried to steal stuff from me, how do I know every other person won't? And my guard is always ON whenever I travel alone anyways.
Okay panjang pulak cerita ya.
So I stayed overnight at the Malaysian 'hall' here in Egypt, courtesy of me highschool friends Lala and Erin. SOOO glad that a lot of friends are scattered all over Egypt now, so I'd probably have no problems regarding penginapan y'knowww. Teehee.
Slept for like, 4 hours or so before I left at 7.15 am for the airport.
Y'know, I thought that Cairo's airport being international and all, it'd be a smoother trip. But noooo. THIS is what I had to go through before I could get to the check-in counter:
I mean, yeah maybe its necessary for them to have this kind of security measure, coz for all I know, most airports lead you straight to the check-in counter without needing to screen your luggage first. But its okay. I'm cooool with it. Sure, some people ticked me off when they cut through the so-called 'queue', but I kept my calm. Stuck my iPod in, IGNORE THE WORLD. Which was the opposite of what the girl in front of me was doing, coz she simply would not LET GO of the fact that an older couple cut pass her, and kept complaining to every airport personnel that walked by.
It was righteous of her, but got a taddd bit ridiculous after the first half hour. The girl has issues with letting go, seriously. I pity her ex-boyfriends. (Tak pasal pasal.)
When I finally DID got on the plane, my flight got delayed.
FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR.
Hell, yes. There goes my plan of walking aimless around London before my sister Lisa gets down there from Manchester. Coz as it turns out, she checked into the hotel before I did. And by the time I reached the hotel I was pretty STUMPED.
SUPER TIRED.
I usually always get the seat by the window every time I travel by myself, without me asking for it, but this time I TOTALLY forgot to ask coz I really really really like staring outside the window kay. Cloud formations make me happy, and an aerial view of London would just make me ecstatic. But unfortunately/fortunately enough, I got a seat right smacked in the middle. Thank goodness that the baby next to me this time isn't as annoying as the one who belonged to a pair of Indian couple. THAT LIL BASTARD MONSTER KEPT KICKING ME and his father did NOTHING ABOUT IT. Grrrr.
Watched the movie Flipped, which was kinda awesome. LOVE!
And after a five hour flight that felt like the LONGEST I've ever been on, I finally finally reached London! Got so excited I began snapping away at everything. Especially ones that proves I was actually there already, like this:
Alhamdulillah. Made it safe and sound.
Though, I still had to go through immigration. And well, the one at Heathrow is supposedly 'famous' for being strict. I think its because of a bombing scare that one time. Andddd I made it through, Alhamdulillah. I was even more thankful when I found out someone else's sibling was coming in from Egypt as well, and he/she was not granted permission to enter Britain. So said person was sent back home to Malaysia. I mean, WHOA.
By the time I got onto the Heathrow Express to Paddington, I looked like this:
Scared O not? LOL. And I seriously need to do something regarding my skin. Its getting worser by the day. *sad*
And then, FINALLY;
MADE IT.
Can't even begin to tell you how TIRED I was at this point.
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