I hate, absolutely hate, having to pack for myself. It takes me ages to decide what I want to carry, then collect it all together, and then go through the whole irritating process of getting everything to fit into the case and still remain unbroken/unbent/uncreased. The longer the trip, the more harried the packing gets. So consider that this was to be a 14 day overseas trip and one gets the idea...So yeah, the day before my departure for London was a chaotic, stressful time that I thankfully do not remember that well.
The flight to Dubai was uneventful, and I loved being able to see the desert from the plane. The T3 terminal at Dubai is great, but it's really huge which means sometimes a loooong walk to make your onward connection. When you are short of time, it can be a bit of a problem. Still, I made the connection and managed to get into Gatwick as scheduled. PC had arranged for a Woking cabbie to pick me up so it was quite easy. By the time I reached Woking it was late evening and I was too tired to think. It was awesome seeing PC after so many years, and there was lots to catch up on once I'd got some rest. I slept like the proverbial log.
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