Wrote this one on the plane ...
Living a dream is great. It feels fantastic, filled with positive vibes, feeling of zen , open tshakras and all that. It is not so great when the dream is a nightmare. Like mine. Back on the plane, back towards London. Thought I will not get there before sept 2012. Well, isnt this just my lucky day. I will land there in 5 hours already. Asked for a whiskey, took it straight up, but had to settle for a minibottle, bcs of a hard day ahead. Devastaded as it is, hangover would not help.
Turned on my phone during the flight just to write this text. Seems the signal from the phone did not interfere too much with the flightcontrol system. We are still steady in the air. I cant sleep, Im too nervous.
Bloody hell, I had told my travel agent that i want to avoid needing a visa to india, so thats way i did not plan to go on land. While checking in at Heathrow, they also made some calls and double checked that indeed i dont need a visa for my transfer. So when the immigration officer first made a face, i just smiled. Thought is like the case when in Egypt the were commenting my online ticket as something very problematic.
This time it did not solve. After all the begging, reasoning, offering other routings. Nothing. Such a bitch there. Even the second, much nicer lady made faces. Maybe just to make me feel better.
Anyway, soon I was escorted on the plane back. Stunned. Now Im London. Next task is to find accomodation. Tomorrow shall bring some light. At the airport they were useless as it is restricted round the world ticket. On the bright side I still have the breakfast served on the airport saved. Cant seem to be able to eat. Off to pharmacy.
Living a dream is great. It feels fantastic, filled with positive vibes, feeling of zen , open tshakras and all that. It is not so great when the dream is a nightmare. Like mine. Back on the plane, back towards London. Thought I will not get there before sept 2012. Well, isnt this just my lucky day. I will land there in 5 hours already. Asked for a whiskey, took it straight up, but had to settle for a minibottle, bcs of a hard day ahead. Devastaded as it is, hangover would not help.
Turned on my phone during the flight just to write this text. Seems the signal from the phone did not interfere too much with the flightcontrol system. We are still steady in the air. I cant sleep, Im too nervous.
Bloody hell, I had told my travel agent that i want to avoid needing a visa to india, so thats way i did not plan to go on land. While checking in at Heathrow, they also made some calls and double checked that indeed i dont need a visa for my transfer. So when the immigration officer first made a face, i just smiled. Thought is like the case when in Egypt the were commenting my online ticket as something very problematic.
This time it did not solve. After all the begging, reasoning, offering other routings. Nothing. Such a bitch there. Even the second, much nicer lady made faces. Maybe just to make me feel better.
Anyway, soon I was escorted on the plane back. Stunned. Now Im London. Next task is to find accomodation. Tomorrow shall bring some light. At the airport they were useless as it is restricted round the world ticket. On the bright side I still have the breakfast served on the airport saved. Cant seem to be able to eat. Off to pharmacy.
I still envy you.
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