Haa.. I’ve been in Cardiff for a week already. I still can’t believe I’m here. And for the next 3 years I will be living here alone, far away from my family. I can still remember on the day of my departure. Part of me didn’t want to go, leaving those dearest to me. But I have to pursue my PhD. I will have to leave them behind for awhile. 3 years seems very long but I have to move on.Back then, my dad asked me to go to the MAS Golden Lounge to experience the best lounge facilities in KLIA. So after got my passport endorsed I hurriedly searched for the lounge, I seriously don’t know the location of the lounge so I move back and and forth searching for it. As time was running late, I asked some guy and finally got there. But as soon as I wanted to get in, I can hear the announcement calling for departure and it happened to be my flight. Tough luck!
I was quite sad but as soon as I got my feet on the plane, I completely forgotten about the sadness. Traveling by business class is really sumthin. They treat u very well. The seats were marvelous and the foods were wonderful. I really enjoyed and relaxed myself during the whole trip. But 1 thing was bothering me during the whole flight was my stomach. Got a really bad stomach ache and I went back and forth to the toilet. Sigh really a spoiler!
After 13 hours and 20 mins of flight, I arrived at Heathrow airport; I was given a pink pass by one of the stewardess. They told me to show the card at the immigration and I will be given a fast lane entrance to the UK, especially for business class and first class passenger only. SweeT! So the was no hassle during the entry process. Got my passport and visa endorsed, and quickly got in UK!
I was supposed to meet my cousin in Heathrow, they were on their way back to Malaysia after a long holiday. They asked me to bring something for them and I searched for them like hell. I don’t want to bring those stuff anyway as it will add some weight into my luggage but they insisted. Even though it was quite cold, I was soaked drenched in sweat. I need to pull my 40 kg luggage and with the cold weather, it hurts my hand. I tried contacting them to no avail. Each sms I sent cost me RM2!! Talk bout roaming. They eventually replied saying that they have already at the Gate waiting to board the plane. I was pissed as I was sweating like hell and lost couple of RM for sms them all evening. I ended up keeping the stuffs for myself.
I made my way directly to the Central bus station which was about 20 mins walk from the airport. With the luggage and the entire walk seemed like forever. I met few Malaysian at the bus station and asked them bout the area. I left my luggage with them for a while so that I can go to the toilet. To bring 1 big bag into the toilet was tedious job. The guys left at 9 pm and so I waited alone.
After a while there was this arab guy came along and stayed with me while waiting for the bus. He wanted to go to Sheffield and is a student there. Bus services was delayed on that day. There was a bomb threat in Scotland. Few cars wee exploded. I was informed that the security around the area was quite strict. There was this funny incident going on during that time. This arab guy like walking around. He left his bags with me so that I can keep an eye on them. A group of mat salleh came, they looked frustrated and exhausted. Then they saw the arab guy’s bags. The asked for the owner but I was not interested to answer. Then a lady in the group came to the bags and read the tagging. She leaped and shouted the bag was from Saudi Arabia. They were all panicked and thought the bag was a bomb and was left there on purpose.I told them that the guy went to the toilet for a while and will be back soon. They were angry with the arab guy and told him not to left luggage unattended. The main thing is that they were paranoid after the car explosion incident. Stupid isn’t it?
Well my bus was also a bit late. It came 1 hour after the expected time. So exhausted I hopped onto the bus. The seats were small and were packed closely together. Not like the buses in Malaysia. So the journey to Cardiff from Heathrow took about 3 and a half hour. I arrived in Cardiff at 3.30 am. Cardiff was not like I expected it to be. It was cold and surprisingly dirty. The roadside was full of garbage and drunk people. Normal sight for the locals during the weekend. I popped out my cigarette and on the first puff, there came my ‘girlfriend’ to fetch me. So after I finished my cigarette and we went straight to her house.
