Even though we saw and experienced so many wonderful things in India, we were sure ready to leave, Latanya especially. We had an extremely early departure out of Delhi. Once again the hotel owner arranged a cab for us. When we arrived at the airport we were really nervous. You see, our next destination was still a bit undecided.
Our flights from here on out were all on British Airways. So needless to say, checking luggage would not be a problem this time around. Which was good because of that extra Puma bag.
The flight to London Hethrow was just fine and smooth. As we touched down the decision started to weigh pretty heavily on us.
Our family was under the impression that we had canceled our original plans and that we were going to stay in London for five days, but we had an opportunity of a lifetime sitting right in front of us. We sat down in front of the gate at which our decision was to be made. The question was, to get on the plane or not.
The flight attendant started to call out the boarding groups. We were boarding in the third group. We realized that very few people were getting on the plane. There was no way that this plane was going to fill up, it was a 747! We took a deep breathe, emailed our parents and then hopped on. We were doing it. Forget about what you read about in the news, we would be fine. As the cabin doors closed we were stuck. This was it, we were on our way.
The flight was shorter than the one from India to England. Like I had thought before, there was hardly anyone on the plane. We had an entire row to ourselves as well as the one in front of us and behind us. But we were not surprised by this under the circumstances.
By the time we started to make our decent it was nightfall. We looked out the window and said to ourselves, wow! We are here! We had just landed in Egypt and had no idea what adventures/dangers we were about to encounter. Mubarak had just stepped down just two weeks ago. There was still a curfew in Cairo and the military is in charge. What have we gotten ourselves into?
Our flights from here on out were all on British Airways. So needless to say, checking luggage would not be a problem this time around. Which was good because of that extra Puma bag.
The flight to London Hethrow was just fine and smooth. As we touched down the decision started to weigh pretty heavily on us.
Our family was under the impression that we had canceled our original plans and that we were going to stay in London for five days, but we had an opportunity of a lifetime sitting right in front of us. We sat down in front of the gate at which our decision was to be made. The question was, to get on the plane or not.
The flight attendant started to call out the boarding groups. We were boarding in the third group. We realized that very few people were getting on the plane. There was no way that this plane was going to fill up, it was a 747! We took a deep breathe, emailed our parents and then hopped on. We were doing it. Forget about what you read about in the news, we would be fine. As the cabin doors closed we were stuck. This was it, we were on our way.
The flight was shorter than the one from India to England. Like I had thought before, there was hardly anyone on the plane. We had an entire row to ourselves as well as the one in front of us and behind us. But we were not surprised by this under the circumstances.
By the time we started to make our decent it was nightfall. We looked out the window and said to ourselves, wow! We are here! We had just landed in Egypt and had no idea what adventures/dangers we were about to encounter. Mubarak had just stepped down just two weeks ago. There was still a curfew in Cairo and the military is in charge. What have we gotten ourselves into?
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