Drops of Jupiter
Trip Start Oct 13, 2011
3Trip End Oct 17, 2011
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So here we go!
So I'm sitting at the station, with 26minutes to wait for the train. What do I find myself doing? People watching? Admiring the scenery? Browsing the internet? No. Because there's nobody here, nothing to see and the Blackberry servers are still down. Nonetheless, it's beautiful weather in Yeovil today.
The train arrived bang on time, literally, as the clock ticked to 12:29, it pulled up. Couldn't help but smile to myself about that one. So anyway, hello first class! There is enough room here for an army of elephants, or at least it feels that way considering some train journeys I've been on. Those of you with an eager eye and Yeovil cullinary knowledge will notice the earls wrapper on the table in the picture below. I thought a few looks would be given from the expected snobby riders of first class, but that was probably me just being pre-judgemental. The guy that took this photo was friendly enough, not talkative... but he took the photo for me, so I can't complain. Despite my misconceptions, the financial times actually had some articles I was interested in! Mainly about the blackberry outage, regardless, it took me a good hour before I resorted to defacing the few pictures of people.
Just got onto the tube. Got off the train at waterloo, a bit anxious about the tube, getting lost, missing the trains etc. No. I follow the signs get to the bakerloo line just as the train arrives, amazing. First train I could possibly get, brilliant. Jenna, and Australian took the photo for me this time, I can't tell if she was being sarcastic or genuine, but she said 'Thats hot' just as she handed the camera back to me and got off at piccadilly. Gotta love that suit.
On the 2nd train. again, got the first one I could. A little less roomy, and by less roomy I mean it's packed, hot and sweaty. It's interesting liteneing to the (few) people talking, especially those talking in their first language, but that's probably just me being a niave country bumpkin.
Oh my god. Managed to make every change in record time. Got to the stansted express 7minutes before it leaves. This is the earliest train I could have possibly got, getting me in to Stansted at 16:12. Take that firstgreatwestern! I beat your system. Now having a few well deserved breathers in (a much nicer) first class carriage to Stansted. Just saw a man and what i'm assuming is his daughter walk past, definitely Norwegian. Interesting...
Phew! Got through security, with about an hour until my flight boards. Naturally, I hit the bar. In order to this last photo, I wandered over to a man and his son, after talking shit for a good minute, he mutters 'Sorry, I dont speak english' brilliant. Que the 'can you take a photo' international hand gesture. However, as this was happening, woman had taken pew next to my beer. As I walk back, she realises what has happened and offers to move. In my lonely state I assure her she doesn't have to move, and get in the photo. Travelling by myself is pretty boring, so I decided to chat, her name was Denise, an Italian fabric designer, flying over to Pisa. I found out quite a lot about the Italian culture.
After the beer I headed to the boarding gate, and here I am... sat on the plane...