My flight was from Finland on Friday at 12pm. I went to my dad’s for the night as it was easier to get to the airport next morning. The flight to London Heathrow was one of the worst I have had so far. Not only because it was an hour delayed, but the airplane was so small and uncomfortable and hot and there was no free food, so it was definitely the longest 3 hours of my life.
In London I had 7,5 hours to my connection flight to Kenya, so luckily my dear friend Afolabi, who I hadn’t seen since he left the States, came to see me. It was so nice to see him!!! He took me to Picadilly Circus(is that how u write it?) and we looked around a bit. It was hilarious listening people speaking with British accent, I couldn’t help myself cracking up with laughter or should I say laaughter( with British accent lol). I also saw the double-decker buses, black taxes, red phone booths and tried our British McDonald’s, how delightful!
I was just on time to catch my flight and sweaty like crazy for carrying that backpack of mine that weighted like 100kilos. I was so ready to relax and watch at least 3 new movies on the plane, but I guess the British accent was too much for me, because I was knocked out lil after the flight took off. I woke up 2 hours before landing and was able to finish one movie. Soon after, I was in Africa, first time in my life and couldn’t have been more excited.
“Not all those who wander are lost” (J.R.R.Tolkien)
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