We waved goodbye to our parents in Changi Airport. Overflowed with stories about pickpockets and syndicates everywhere, I unchained my paranoid, wondering why I choose to travel so far for student exchange programme instead of sleeping through my holidays.
We both stared blankly at the departure hall, thinking of the same thing, HOME.
The journey was 12 hours, not including the transit from Changi to KLIA. The thing is, flying from Changi Airport to London is actually cheaper than flying from KLIA, even though we still transit in KLIA. MAS airline wasn’t really that bad. We were served with food quite frequently, so we don’t actually feel the length of the flight. And with a small TV at the back of the seat in front of me, I don’t actually feel bored. Sleep, awake, watch, eat, sleep. Time passed by real fast and we reached Heathrow at 4pm London time in the afternoon, adjusted 7 hours of GMT.
We walked from terminal T4 to the bus terminal to take our bus (national express) to bath. Well, I actually over estimate the time we reach airport, so, we had extra time wandering around the airport. The bus took of quite on time, so we left to Bath that evening.
When we reached Bath, it was really cold. No, it was extremely cold! The four of us, Me, yy, Leon and Ge an, stayed together in Bath Backpackers in a 10 people mix dorm. The receptionist was really nice and friendly, and he even carried my luggage up to third floor. Oh, this hostel got no lift, so, it is a little inconvenient to carry the luggage up, also, the rooms were quite small, and the toilet is like quite far away. But, luckily the people there are quite friendly, and we were allowed to leave our bags there after we checked out.
We had some night walk. Bath at night was beautiful, coupled with cold air, splendid. We met a guy, with a penis-shaped-balloon. He approached us, asking where we from, and showed us his balloons happily. He even took photos with us. And he described Malaysia as a country with lots of skyscrapers! Haha. Other than that, we saw a numbers of drunken people wandering off the street, gangs of youngsters dressing up for pubs and clubs. Not something that you can see in Malaysia I guess.
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