Saturday 25th September

25/09/04 Day 84 - L Day +1


Oh my, what a long and painful wait in a grotty 4 small airport! But the slight wear alright: we had three seats to ourselves and I managed to sleep most of it. Heather proved absolutely that she has changed since the 16 July: she did wake up for the arrival but down the runway, but excluding that was fast asleep the whole time! "A far cry from the "I don't sleep on transport" and "near hysterics at take-off" those many weeks ago!


I was slightly confused when the pilot informed us that the temperature was currently 4°C in London. You should have seen our faces when we got off the plane - I'd forgotten it could BE that cold! How will we ever survive?!


And then, after the most synthetic British breakfast sandwich ever, came the inevitable parting and the the real "end" to it all. There was so much to say, yet nothing as well. It's amazing how much better we know each other now, and I can't wait to see


what it's like when we are not in each other's face and constantly monitored. But it's very scary - Europe was also always us - for as I ever looked, and too now there's just a long straight road ahead with no end in sight. And with so many memories and experiences that only we can share, it's hard to imagine what will happen.

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