Week one!

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Day One- The actual travelling

Hi Peoples reading my page 😊

My Gap 'Yah' officially started on the 17th of October!! I managed to arrive at Heathrow airport on time and on the right day (thank god..!) BUT for the first time ever without my flight details...and guess what?! The airport staff for the FIRST time asked for them! Damn...anyhoo's they finally let me through to check in my bags after I fought with the ticket machine for 10 minutes trying to check in (without realising I was shoving my passport in the wrong way..!) and not being able to prove I was returning! So my HUMUNGOUS bag that I truely believed weighed the same as a full grown being only weighed 20.3kg!! was accepted onto the flight without an extra weight fee! Oh yeah 😊 I then sat in Cafe Nero with a friend to kill an hour before venturing in the awful depatures area of Terminal 4. Awful due to the fact there is no cheap places to eat and its just one looong room full of expensive shops! How unexciting :P I finally boarded the plane and found myself right near the back! Good for my 'plane-paranoia' as I can escape fast (yes I believe every time I enter a plane the TV show Lost is about to come true...!) but bad because I get my food last! They were serving chicken risotto...well it was more like a hunk of chicken surrounded buy rice!! And the bloody plane hit turbulence halfway through my meal and while other passengers where laughing and shouting "Save the Wine" I was sitting with my food tray clamped ontop of my food to protect it from falling. Look I was only getting one proper meal in 8ish hours! I was NOT going to lose it :P I then sat and watched about 4 1/2 shitty movies as all the good ones I had already rented from blockbuster! Damn ...good money wasted.

7 1/2 hours later.....I arrived in St Paul International Aiport ,MN, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!

But it turned baaad....I went to the little counter dude and had my finger prints taken in case I plan to go to jail and my photo taken (oh yes almost 8 hours on a plane and I looked GOOD...not.!) Hopefully I shall remain a good girl or that bloody photo will be plastered on every tv screen nation wide to track me down! Then the weird thing happened. The little man in the little booth TOOK my passport....physically reomved it from my eyesight into another room! I was then called into said room and intergoated for HALF AN HOUR!! Why are you here? Why are you staying so long?? What do your parents do?! Yes the questions got weirder and weirder!! What are you planning on doing with your life???!!! WHAT is this a damn interview??! I have NO freaking idea what I want to do with my life mam!! And my poor bag, stuffed to the brim so badly the seams were splitting was emptied out to search for 'contraband'! Well at least I can say I was damn impressed that they did it back up!! It took the help of a friend and my entire body weight to do it up in england 😊 Finally I was allowed through 'the gate' into the Land of Americano. I was free 😊 But not before I was chased by the little man shouting for my entry visa that I had stuffed in my bag! Oops! Without that I wasn't officially in the country :P Never mind! oh and it turns out I was the ONLY non-airport staff in the entire international arrivals zone for about 20 mins! No wonder it was so quiet!

Linda (the women I am staying with wile out here) was waiting patiently for my arrival (though she admitted she thought she might of gotten the wrong day!!) and we then drove the short 40 mins back to her place so that my adventures could actually begin!!

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Comments

[shristi]

hahah sorry i'm abit behind.. just catching up gr8 start lol perfect first entry hehehe