25 January, 2006

The Adventure: Day 1

Heathrow: 8pm.

It's easy, really. I don't know what I was so worried about.

I'm glad I checked the journey to the airport - the shuttle bus service from Hatton Cross to Terminal 4 would have been a surprise, and knowing where to change from Circle to Piccadilly (not South Kensington) saved me a long walk.

Apart from that, I've got currency (US $), I've done all the paperwork and I'm sitting on the plane, window seat, next stop Sao Paulo.

I feel like a child on his first train journey to a new school. I've never flown by myself before, I've never even flown beyond Europe before.

I've had sleepless nights.
I've had panic attacks. It's too big. Too big an adventure for me.

But now it is too late. Nothing left to do or worry about. I just wonder why we are an hour late taking off.

Then everything seems to happen very quickly, and suddenly we're airborne. The little plane on the little screen flickers gently out over the Atlantic, past Africa, heading southwest towards the equator.

Eventually I go to sleep. Eventually.

To Day 2 Part 1

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