Airport funs

Well... Because of my crazy flight pattern I. E. Gatwick to Edinburgh to Toronto to LA, I knew I was in for a helluva journey and not knowing air Canada I was pretty excited about it all.

This was until I realised I had no real way to get to the freaking airport since my flight was at 7.25 am and there would be no way I'd get there in time with public transport. Now you all know the saying about buses, you wait ages for one and then two come along at once... Well this was the same with my mates offering my lifts for which I am massively grateful for (thanks to you Shanil, Pez, Nikhil and Deepal).

I'm gonna cut it pretty short but effectively the flights were uneventful for the most part, the check in guy at Edinburgh seemed to detest the sight of my face (even though I had gone through, what I had thought to be, a courteous beard shaveage in order to escape such looks!) and Air Canada being weird and either having rubbish entertainment on board or making you pay for food. Who does that? A flight that's more than 5 hours and you make the customers pay for food? Even freaking British Airways gave a full breakfast and that was for an hour flight from Gatwick to Edinburgh.

Eventually I made it to LAX, and already you could see, smell and sense America in the air... Until I broke my handle on my suitcase, that was fun! It was here I gave Lauren a shout (I had met her whilst travelling around Asia) and to realize that after two years I was going to see her again suddenly seemed to surreal.

Gearing up for the States

There is a huge difference when thinking about going travelling and dreaming about it all and then actually putting things into action and seeing plans come into fruition, or in my case generally a lack of plans given my non planning, spontaneous style.

Regardless just booking the flights to the states started to make it real and suddenly something I could latch on to for the last week or so of work.

Unfortunately and fortunately though this is were the rose tinted glasses syndrome kicks in and you start seeing everything in a huge positive and thinking about just how much you'll miss everything.

Now after travelling across Asia two year ago I though I would have handled that by now, but no, it still hits as hard as ever and I'm assuming it'll be something that doesn't ever go... Though I'm sure it's also an indication of my amazing friends and family too... Nevertheless it's something to battle with all by itself when thinking about travelling.