I forgot my alarm goes at 7am. :roll eyes: I`m awake and feel fine. Having my first cup of tea and will update before i get cracking on a load of washing.
Our journey home.
After a good night in hotel number two, and waking at 5am. we were delivered to Indira Ganhdi Airport New Delhi by taxi, ready to start our journey home.
Security was thorough which neither of us minded, the more secure the better. However I was so intent on getting everything packed I forgot the safety precautions, so after my hand luggage had been x-rayed I was stopped.
I`d packed cutlery ( knife . fork and spoons ) and nail scissors in my hand luggage.
Airport baggage checker “ Have you any scissors in this bag? “
Silly Sylvia “ No ? “
Airport baggage checker “ Have you any spoons? “
Silly Sylvia “ Spoons?
” “ No. “
Airport baggage checker “ Open your bag please. “
Silly Sylvia
I had to unpack it all and Helen had to unpack hers too. I`m not sure what she`d put in her hand luggage but needless to say we were both hot and flustered but grateful for the level of security.
The flight was good but one hour late , instead of touching down at 6.30pm it touched down at 7.30pm. We both had timetables for trains home at 9.25pm. Two hours sounds OK but it didn`t allow for waiting for our luggage on the carousel, going through passport control, having a badly needed toilet stop, managing extremely heavy luggage and hand luggage , getting on and off Heathrow Express trains, missing a connection for the second Heathrow Express train, rushing down lengthy platforms, navigating our way to the front taxi and paying over the odds for a journey from Paddington to St Pancras and arriving at St Pancras with minutes to spare.
Neither of us wanted to leave the other in case one of us missed our train and I said if we did, and it was the last train we`d just stop overnight at a nearby Premier Inn or other similar hotel.
We said the hastiest goodbye ever and dashed our separate ways .
I got my train with one minute to spare, thanks to the help of a gentleman who helped me onto the lift and through the ticket barrier and even took my heaviest suitcase onto the train and into the luggage rack.
I sat as the train moved off, full of anxiety about Helen. There were so many tunnels My texts wouldn`t send till after 9.30pm and I really didn`t know what had happened. I felt awful, thinking of her missing the train while I was safely on mine.
Then I got a text from Helen, equally anxious about me. She`d caught her train with the same one minute to spare. She was so stressed, the sympathetic staff allowed her to travel in First Class, which was the first carriage on the train .
So that was the end of our journey. Events and adventures almost every day down to the final minutes.
Paul met me at the station and it is lovely to be home.
Martin met Helen and I haven`t heard since. No doubt she`ll have her own version to post.
Now I will have to attack those suitcases and that washing before jet lag takes over.
Thank for all your support and interest. We had a wonderful connection with TP while we were away which made our holiday even more special.
Love to all. xx
