Holiday in Cambridge - Day 5

[wiseheart]

This is a short one because the last day was basically the way home. But I wanted to finish the holiday blog, so here it is.

We got up early and more than a little nervous, because, you know, flying was involved. We finished packing and went to breakfast, then paid our bill and had a very friendly farewell with Mrs Chase, the landlady, promising her that should we ever come to Cambridge again, we'll most certainly stay with her again. And we meant it, too.

After that, we walked to the railway station, which was just around the corner and got into a taxi to take us to the coach station. It's a rather long way with luggage, and we were really exhausted, so we thought what the hell? It wasn't that expensive. Well, it was, but the UK is an expensive country, which we knew, so we'd changed enough money for all eventualities.

altariel1 was waiting for us at the coach station to see us off (and be relieved that we were leaving indeed, hehehe!). In the very last moment, she'd actually managed to hunt me down The Devil's Novice, one of the Cadfael Chronicles I was still missing. I was very happy, because that made me surviving the flight easier - I was reading most of the way.

We boarded the coach and spent the next hour and a half in mild anxiety, as we weren't going until the terminus this time, and the bus driver couldn't be bothered to announce the stations. But we managed to get off at Lutton Airport anyway and spent the next four hours or so there, drinking coffee, taking shifts in exploring the various shops, watching people and things like that.

I won't say anything about the flight itself - it was a smooth one for everyone else and the sheer horror for me. So, no more airplanes, ever, if I have the slightest chance to avoid them.

Arriving at home - half an hour after schedule, because we took off too late due to various flights to Edinburgh before us that left late, too - the heat and humidity hit us like a brick wall. When we finally reached our flat, we both were soaking wet. Apparently, there had been 30+ degrees (Celsius) in Hungary while we were enjoying the cool breeze in Cambridge.

All in all, it was a fantastic holiday, we saw beautiful things and met wonderful people, and I'm very happy about it, in spite of the flying.

Comments

[gone2thedogs.livejournal.com]

It sounds like you've had a really great holiday. I'm catching up on posts and read all of yours concerning the trip. Cambridge must be a very interesting place from what you write and it appears that you have lots of reading and viewing material to fill your summer :-) And you got meet some on-line friends! I'm not afraid of flying, but the security hassles in US airports have put me right off doing any of it in the last few years with major airlines. I'm glad your flights were for the most part uneventful.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Yep, security hassles are the other reason (aside from being mortified of flying) why I won't visit the US, ever. I won't have my fingerprints taken like some sort of criminal, just because the government has managed to make himself so much hated half across the globe that now they truly have to be paranoid of all sorts of people.

Besides, swimming across the ocean would be an unmanageable task for my anyway. *g*