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Almost home - a reunion in Blighty
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There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror
- Orson Welles
The Gulf... kind of
With decisions made and tickets purchased I found myself on a Gulf Air flight from Bangkok to London. I got myself a pretty good deal, but pretty good deals normally mean a stopover or two, and normally in the middle of the night. So it was no surprise that I found myself sitting in the arrivals hall of Bahrain's International airport, staring at Arabs and commenting how they look just like the ones you see on TV. With the inside of the terminal looking as monotonous as the inside of any airport terminal, counting Arabs was the only obvious indicator I could find that told me I was in the Persian Gulf. And with the advertised 3 hour stopover turning into an unexplained 6 hours I had plenty of time to count Arabs. Needless to say the stopover dragged on and on but I was eventually airborne again on route to London. Can I claim I've been to the Gulf now?
It's London, in'it
London is one of my favourite world cities. It has been for a while. I've had family connections here ever since I was born but I really grew fond of the city having worked and lived here for 6 months back in the days when I had a (real) job. I've also visited a few times since, donning my tourist hat and catching up with family. This time, my exhausted state aside, was to be no different.
Not you again
When I arrived on the doorstep of my relatives in the early morning I was, as always, given
the run of the apartment and welcomed with open arms. Without even noticing exactly how exhausted I was I found myself shopping on Oxford Street that afternoon before been being fed and taken to the nearest pub for a few social drinks that evening. Although I hadn't slept in over 48 hours I managed to last the pace until closing time, which mercifully wasn't anything like the previous 3 weeks (thankfully it was a Sunday evening and it was early closing). Once I finally got to bed I remained nicely unconscious until the following morning.
I was then up and out the next morning for the early afternoon flight to Dublin. Almost home. And then after a few weeks R&R it's on to Canada. But shouldn't I be in India?
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