Arrival - Blogabond

By the time I got to Hong Kong I had slept about 3-4 hours squashed up next to an overweight Korean man. It's strange how you don't mind the close physical proximity of other people on a plane. Everything is so small that you wonder if you'll actually fit into it. However, all these fears were weightless (haha) and I probably improved my flexibility greatly squeezing out over my arm rest without bumping the guy's fully reclined seat in front of me, trying not to pull out my earphones or inadvertantly call for assistance from my remote and still trying to maintain a small piece of decorum.

Hong Kong airport was very clean. It grew light while we were there.

On our final leg to Heathrow, I was able to get a good look at the Chinese mountains and then Russia. After that, we flew over Denmark and Holland and - in the 13th hour - descended into Heathrow.

somewhere over China

Russia from plane window

Heathrow was fast. We didn't have much time before our connecting flight to Manchester and so we basically ran out of the plane. We didn't stick out, though. Basically everyone was running. Everything smelt strange and there was a plethora of English accents around me. I had a strange feeling that they were all faking it and I had strayed into the set of some movie.

Immigration was fun. The lady refused to smile at me and kept asking me why I was coming to England and where I was going and how much money I had and what on Earth had I been doing in Tonga.

Burnley finally arrived and we staggered into the house at about 7.30 pm. It was dark and cold but we got there. Yay.

written by

Abby Benton on January 15, 2008 from Manchester, United Kingdom

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Yeah if i was the immigration lady i would have denied such a suspicious person entry :p Your obviously a weirdo.

written by Daniel Benton on January 19, 2008

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