Night into Morning.....

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After an awesome car chase style drive through the streets of Watford by Uncle Martin I arrived at Watford Train Station in good nick.... looking forward to what ever was ahead.

Waiting in the departure lounge I found myself asking how in the blue moon I got myself into the situation I was in. On the other side of the world seeking more and more of something that has got hold of me... a need to see more and more of the world and everyone around me.

I caught the train from Watford to London and then a series of Underground trains to the appropiate station from where it would finnally take me the 45minutes to get to Stansted Airport. When I arrived at the airport I just cracked up laughing. It was the stupedest idea I had thought up, yet it was probably the most logical and a good way to start my trip. The airport itself was empty. No flights depart from midnight till about 6am so it was just me and the departure hall. I found the check in desk that I HOPED would be myne in the morning so that if I overslept I'd be kinda kicked to the side by the other passengers. Alarm clocks on mobiles are never ever to be trusted! Anyways, I just stretched out on the floor and attempted to sleep. After about 20minutes I could feel the coldness starting to gnaw through my body. The cold, hard marble floor that I was trying to kid myself into believing was a soft, warm mattress was not working out; but I had no other choice. So i grabbed the new sleeping bag I had earnt through some meeting I went to and wrapped myself up for the night on the airport floor!

The time was 1am went I shut my eyes. The first hour I lay there half dosed, my ears alert on all the sounds, then for an hour I finnaly got shut eye before an annoying alarm went of and didn't shut of untill an hour later. For the next hour I again dosed then fell into a light sleep untill I was awoken at 4am by a light hussle and bussle. I didn't dare open my eyes because I knew the light would awake me and I wouldn't get the beauty sleep I needed. The noise just got louder and louder so i decided I would getup to see what all the commotion was about. I cracked up laughing. There was a huge que lined up waiting for the check in gate to open and theres good ole Jonnae sleeping in his sleeping bag heading the que. Sporting my trademark early morning hair due... something that represents the sporty style of Ace Ventura I quickly packed up my stuff and stumbled, shattered to a bakery and bought a large coke (go the caffeine!) and a nice rasperry baggete looking thing. In a few hours an exhausted Jon will be flying out to Krakow, Poland! WhooHoo!

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