Her: ‘Why are you visiting England?’
Me: ‘As a tourist’.
‘For one night?’
‘Why are you only staying one night?’
‘To take a girl out to dinner, but I have to return to Paris tomorrow to fly home to Australia’.
‘How long have you known this girl?’
‘Did you meet her on the internet?’
‘No, I met her in Italy.’
‘Have you booked your flight out?’
‘Yes, I have my boarding pass here’.
‘Can I see it?’
She points at 0840 time.
I sigh and nod.
‘Well, I hope she turns out to be someone special’.
‘Haha yeah me too. Most expensive date ever.’
‘Haha, good luck’.
Thus went my conversation at London Heathrow’s immigration post. Yes, I have flown to London so I can spend a few more hours with the Italian girl I have mentioned. We had dinner at an Indian restaurant and we never stopped talking. It stressed my heart to say bye and I was stuck for words as we pulled away from a final hug and I had to walk away.
Most of the day had been spent getting to that moment. A walk to the train station, a train ride to the airport, a flight to London, a journey on the underground to a hotel and another to meet up at Angel station. Before leaving home I continued packing my bicycle box and cleaning the flat. Tomorrow I have to wake up early to return to the airport and get back to Paris.
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||29,600km|