Prague to London

I was up at some ungodly hour of the morning (6am) considering i had had about 2.5 hours of sleep! We had gone out last night for one final hoorah, at the cross club and put Julia and Ellen on a tram, which took a while as they only come about every 40 minutes. I had packed the night before, so i threw my clothes on after a quick shower and headed out the door. I took the Metro line A one stop to Museum and changed to line C and rode that to the terminus. At the terminus i changed to a bus that went to the airport. Whilst on the bus i had my ticket checked for the second time in the whole week. I made it to the airport around 8:35am. I found the check in hall and waited in the wrong queue for about 5 minutes before moving on the advice of an English couple who i met on the bus.

I got my ticket and checked in my bags and headed to find a toilet and a shop to buy Elle a duty free present. I found both and brought a carton of cigarettes for Elle and Reg (her Dad). I was quite bored as i had got there early, only to find out easyjet dont have allocated seating. The flight was at capacity, a majority of which was taken up by hung over English boys on their way home after a stag weekend in Prague. I really did feel for the flight attendants. The flight was okay, i honestly couldn’t tell you how long it was, i simply don’t know. We were late in departure and that made us a late arrival. The airport terminal was very nice and modern. I took a rail train style thing to the “UK Border” and waited in the significantly shorted Non-EU Passport line. I was checked through with no problems, and made my way to collect my bags. My bag was already there waiting, going around in an endless circle. I grabbed it, cut off my cable ties, and messaged Elle. There was no reply, so i braved it and called her. She had thought i was arriving in the evening. She gave me directions that probably cost me the world and i headed out for the Stansted express train. It took 45 minutes and i slept for most of it.

I arrived at Liverpool Street Station and took the Central Line to Ealing Broadway. There i met Reg, Elles father. He took me to the local on the way home and we had a Becks. He then showed me the main street and we boarded a bus, using my newly acquired oyster card, and headed for home. Elle was up when we got back, and we spent the next 4 hours catching up on everything and chatting in general. I am going to bludge in front of the TV tonight and look at what i want to do tomorrow, tomorrow. I am exhausted as you can probably tell by my writing style and abrupt wording. London is quite nice, i think i will like it here!

Till tomorrow!

Geordie