Like a dream within a dream, my voyage home had many internal voyages, and being a girl who actually enjoys the physical displacement of travel, as well as the cultural and holistic implications, I though some might be worth telling you about.
There were two particularly exciting things that happened on my trip home:
- I drove a car for the first time in maybe two years. Before that, I had spent the two previous years driving an automatic in Uganda, so that probably doesn't count either, so really it was the first time I had driven in four years. I was so nervous, but it was brilliant because my sister took me out for a test before hand to re-teach me all that I had forgotten. But all that I had actually forgotten was how much I actually enjoy driving. So now I'm getting all excited about buying a new car next year. The best thing about when you drive? You get to pick the music!
- The second great adventure relates to the switching of the flight service by British Airways from Tunis from Gatwick airport to Heathrow. This doesn't sound like a big deal, but it has made direct flights to the UK a bit more difficult and expensive to come by this summer. I have used some innovative solutions, like flying to Paris and then picking up the Eurostar to Kent. But on my return journey last week things didn't work out so simply:
I
was late for the Eurostar to Paris, and although it hadn't left the
station yet, the man said I couldn't board. I gave him the
please-help-me eyes, with an extra portion of eyelashes, and explained
that I had to catch a connection to Tunisia that afternoon and I was
really, really sorry. He said he would try, and after some clicks on his computer, he made me an offer:
"I can put you on the next train," He said, "The only problem is, it only stops at Disneyland"
I sighed.
"So be it," I whispered.
"I can put you on the next train," He said, "The only problem is, it only stops at Disneyland"
I sighed.
"So be it," I whispered.
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