When I first set foot on London ground (the airport) I headed immediately for the bathrooms (that's even before checking in). I hadn't had a chance to go when we were flying above the sea so I HAD to go. Once you get off the plain, you get to travel around the airport following signs that leads you to the check in point, but it does takes a few minutes of walking to get there, but basically you just follow the flow. As I walked I care to take out my passport, to be ready for the 'douane' and its questionnaire. It was quite early in the morning, so there wasn't that many people waiting in line. I think it was something like 5.00, if not a little bit earlier. So I went to a booth when it was my time and there was a cute blond guy (english guy of course) And basically I just couldn't understand a word he said...I didn't get why my english was so rusted and I don't get to laugh with that kind of guy...but he eventually let me out -in- (lol, it didn't lasted too long anyway) Once that step is done, we get to search for our bags. Luckily for me mine was already waiting, slowly going round on the metallic carrousel, calling for me. So I basically passed everyone, which in this case nobody minds. Gatwick is a big airport, but everything is well indicated so you can't really lose yourself. AND I did remember some of it, since I had been there 2 years before. It brought a couple of memories back then, from my earlier trip with Sam.
There I was, watching out for the train label to Victoria. Easily spotted, I followed the direction to the ticketing booth. Not easy to move around with the heavy bag that I had, though I am a bit more mobile with that on than with a regular luggage *at least when you are in the streets* I waiting shortly in line to buy my train ticket for Victoria (regular one way 14pounds). Got down the stairs to the platform (open air) and waited for my train. It was still very early in the day, so I was cold. The platform was for two different trains to Victoria, one straight through (more expensive) and the other one that takes you through different parts of the suburbs of London before reaching Victoria Station -the one I took-. No one checks out the ticket, at least not in my train...would make some sense (if they check out in the other trainline) Anyway, so many people got it, going to work I guess. It was such a bad trainwagon, don't think of vietnamese's one but more like old Montreal ones let's say. But it got me to Victoria so I guess that's what's important AND I did save some money there!
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