We left Hong Kong at 23.45 yesterday (GMT 15:45) and travelled through the night to arrive to a cold, grey morning in London (GMT 04:50). We passed swiftly through the final security checking point and it was a relief to put the passports away for the last time. The 12 hour flight had been a peaceful journey of sleep, movies, sleep, music, sleep with Paige, Abbie and Dylan winning the award for shortest time spent awake (about 3 hours altogether). And the most considerate passenger award? Well that would be Luke for sitting with his lap tray down with a glass of orange juice on it, for Dylan to have when he woke up, for the best part of 6 hours.
We arrived in Bristol at 8:15 after a chilly minibus ride and a necessary stop for hot chocolate and tea. In a matter of minutes there were only 7,6,5,4,3 of us left and an hour later I was at Bristol Temple Meads waiting for my train home. It felt strange to be a lone traveller again and I reflected on how Amanda must have felt travelling alone to Beijing yesterday and that her journey’s end is not until next week.
At 10.52 I wearily arrived on my doorstep, opened the door and was greeted by a trio of miaows… all thoughts of sleep temporarily forgotten.
Hey Nic, lovely photo. I love the fact thay are sat an your suitcase! That’s a great touch!
I say the “Most Tidy Sleeper” goes to Alice. On the plane she was sleeping whilst sat bolt upright with her face still facing directly at her tv screen. Obviously dancer’s posture!