KLIA was more crowded then a few years ago; reminded me that besides neighbouring Singapore, I hadn’t been travelling overseas for almost 5 years… quite a long period for a self-proclaimed travel enthusiast.
My plane departed at around 11am. I don’t really like flying, I always felt uncomfortable on planes. Anyhow, after 11 hours of movies, sleep, food and toilet business… the plane touch-down nicely at the Heathrow Airport in the evening.
The custom officer gave me some rough time, asking all the stupid and irrelevant stuff. I was questioned for 25 minutes before I was allowed to go… I could understand their cautiousness because of the London a few months prior to my visit, but no thanks for that.
My sister was already waiting outside of the custom area. It was great to see her again, as it had been almost a year since we last met.
We took the Underground from Heathrow to Turnham Green station in Chiswick. The train was not as crowded as expect, but the weather in London was pretty predictable though… rain.
It was a 10 minutes walk from the tube station to my sister’s rented house. I was tired and didn’t want to go out for dinner, so my sister ordered some delivery instead. Guess what my first meal in London was? Chinese food!
The food was decent, but gosh… £5 for a plate of fried noodles! That was like RM35… I could order 7 plates of fried noodles in Malaysia. I guessed I would need some time to adjust the currency different. Can I classify this as a culture shock?
I was a bit jet-lag, went to bed early. It was good to be in London though, and I was great to see my sister… I bet I had some sweet dreams that night.