Sad but Glad

Trip Start Jul 27, 2004
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Trip End Dec 21, 2004


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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

The journey home was uneventful and long. We got a taxi from the hotel to the airport where we had to queue to get into the terminal, then queue to get into departures, queue again to check in, queue again to go thro customs and then queue once more before we boarded the plane. At every queue we had to show our passports, tickets or boarding pass to about 20 uninterested officials who didn't really care what you were showing them but pretended to be looking in detail. The whole tedium of the airport was made worse as Paul was desperate to smoke in the only place in India where it is not allowed. There was no smoke room, he wasn't allowed out of the building and we were there 4 hours in advance to do all the queueing! Eventually a very stroppy Paul found a posh restaurant where there was a smoking area so after putting together our last rupees we managed to buy a very small carton of orange juice and sat there whilst he chain smoked.
Hippo enjoys the inflight entertainment
Hippo enjoys the inflight entertainment
The flight was long and boring, we watched 4 films each and consumed as much free alcohol as we could. Paul nearly snogged the air stewardess when she gave him her last can of Stella and then threw a glass of red wine all over Kerry. She wasn't very happy as she was wearing her only decent outfit and had been saving it for the journey, pale blue jeans with a burgundy camouflage print is definitely not this seasons in thing.

Once we landed and got through customs (we weren't hassled or stared at once!) we entered arrivals and were shocked to see a rabble of people, fearing they were taxi drivers we walked fast and kept our heads down until we realised that it was just friends and relatives keen to be reunited.

Every time we have previously reached an airport arrivals area we have longed to be greeted by our names on a piece of paper so we don't have to fight with the con men to get to our destination. Here, we scanned the area looking for Kerry's mum and dad and were amazed to see them holding such a sign, it was hilarious, and it was so posh, not just a scrappy piece of paper but a printed number plate (yes dad you could see the jealousy in all of the other mens faces).

Once we reached the car we were presented with the one thing which we had been missing most. Paul had 3 Q magazines and Kerry had a huge bar of Cadburys dairy milk. We got lost getting out of the carpark but after a few hours we were back in Fenstanton drinking wine and reminiscing.

So, thankyou to all of our sponsers who made it possible for us to have such a wonderful honeymoon. It really was a trip of a lifetime. xxxxx
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