Picking where I left off in the previous post, me and my bunch of friends took the Cathay Pacific to Hong Kong, which serves as our transition point. The 3 hours trip was well, awful at the least. Limited space, almost pathetic food, a bumpy landing and air stewardess wearing flu mask.
HKIA
Mind you, this is no lecture class. Just us taking up precious time to talk to families and busy updating FB and Twitter.
The first trip makes us think that the next journey to UK will be a helluva torrid. It turned out not-so-bad. Wider seats and better food, although stewardess are still covered with mask. The time on the plane was the only nightmare. 13 hours of doing nothing except sit, toilet breaks, watch movies and fart.
After the dreadful hours, we finally reached London Heathrow Airport. Surprisingly, the entering process was helluva short. A grumpy immigration officer look through your documents, stampped approval, you claimed your luggage and the next thing you are in the arrival hall. Yes, that whole nightmarish customs check that you read, watched and heard about was totally.non.existent.
Reaching London....
London Heathrow scene.
It is not the end of our journey, as we had to take another 3 hours to Liverpool in a coach. Another 3 hours before our asses are exonerated from torture.
The scene that generally sums up what we saw in our 3 hours trip to Liverpool.
Next up, Liverpool itself. Later.
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