Wednesday, 7 January 2015

THE day I go back home has arrived. I feel as though it is a little bit of a bittersweet situation. On one hand I'm looking forward to returning with my family and friends as I have missed their company, and on the other hand I have enjoyed my time alone to my thoughts and all. Today I travel to Gatwick by train again and then catch a 3 hour flight. Let the fun times begin.

I got up at 7 so I could be out of the hostel by 8 at the latest. The train to Gatwick Airport is due at around 8:15am. And so my journey begins by checking out at 7:45am after a good English Breakfast. Sadly my walk to the station is accompanied by light rain, but at least it's a short 4 minute walk away. I can't really say anything though, this is the first time it's rained since I've been here. I go to platform 8 and see that the train is delayed by 3 minutes, and continues to be prolonged until it is expected at 8.30am and moved to platform 4. The train arrives shortly after we get to the newly announced platform. As if the delay wasn't enough, we have been told that the train will not terminate at Gatwick Airport as scheduled, but at the stop before, Redhill. It's a good thing I left so early. We are then to go to platform 3 and catch a train to the airport from there. So we follow the announcement and at 9:12am we are on a train. An elderly woman sparks conversation with me as she is concerned for her flight is scheduled at 10:58am. I start to feel a little more positive as my flight is an hour after hers.

Finally, I'm at the airport and it's not long before I'm in South Terminal. The check-in desks are situated a bit weirdly here in my opinion. However I quickly find mine and check in. Security check went smoothly and this time around I didn't have anyone with a dozen deodorants in their handbag leaving me and those behind me wait an eternity to get our turns. Then I'm up in duty free spending the last of my cash. It's always like this isn't it? You just have to spend the last of your money in departures. I honestly don't know what it is. Maybe the cute biscuit sets and the memorabilia? Or maybe it's the lifetime supply of shortbread on display. To my surprise I spot a ZARA outlet. I never thought I'd ever find one in an airport. Obviously I go and have a look around and then I get myself a nice mocha from Costa. The barista was so nice asking me if i want chocolate sprinkles then finding it in the shape of a heart when I open my cup later. How nice and warm. My gate is 34 and my first thought is 'wow, so many gates?!' It has literally taken me 10 minutes to get there. I thought I was going to get lost!
As you can see, the chocolate sprinkles are in the shape of a pretty heart!

So I'm sat at my gate waiting for boarding to be announced. I start hearing my native tongue being spoken after 2 whole days. They start to take in those in wheelchairs and of course the Maltese being Maltese start getting up thinking boarding has commenced. The staff members politely ask them that they have to wait. Honestly! Furthermore, when they start to announce boarding, a bunch get up again, only to be told yet again to go back to their seats and wait until their seat number is called. I get in with the first people because of my membership account. It gives me the privilege to go on first with fellow members and those of the Club Class. Might I add that I walked through boarding with a cheeky grin on my face. Ah, well.

This time the plane is full to the brim and next to me I've got an elderly woman and her daughter, who are both currently sleeping. I still haven't figured out if they realised I'm also Maltese. We got some pasta today. It's quite good, considering, Lots of air pockets over Italy, as usual. I hate turbulence, it gives me horrid memories.

I love this view
In-flight music choices today are Bastille's All This Bad Blood and John Mayer's Born and Raised. Music for my train waiting and journey was Battle Studies also by John Mayer. I think I've neglected to mention that Lauren Aquilina and her 3 EPs kept me company on my way to Guildford on Friday.

Clouds have always fascinated me, which is why I just have to take numerous pictures of them whenever I'm on a plane. Definitely one of the reasons why I enjoy traveling in the light. The pilot speaks and tells us that we are to arrive before the scheduled time. This has been an announcement that I've taken in with great happiness as I cannot spend much longer in such a confined space.

At 4.30pm I arrive back home. My luggage is safely back and I make my way out to meet my dad who's waiting for me. I've missed him loads. It's nice seeing my parents again who were worried about me traveling alone in a foreign country all alone. Lots to tell them about this wonderful experience.

Thank you for reading so far. I hope you've enjoyed going on this journey with me. It's been an absolute learning curve. Until the next trip!

Maria x

2 people left comments on: "DIARY: GUILDFORD PT 3 - DELAYS, HEARTS AND CLOUDS"

  1. An interesting read, I truly admire your choice of lexicon.
    Keep up your good work.