Trains, Planes & Automobiles

I’ve just returned after a trip back to the UK to see both sides of our families.  This is always an epic journey because my wife’s family are from South Wales and mine are in Nottingham.


This trip was a little bit like the film trains, planes and automobiles.  The trip started with a short one hour flight from Kuala Lumpur to Singapore and then a thirteen hour flight from Singapore to London Heathrow and then finally a four hour coach ride to Bridgend, Wales where I would be meet by a family member who delivered me twenty minutes later to my final destination, a family lunch to celebrate my mother-in-laws 80th birthday. 


On paper this all looks nice and simple but if you tear away the top layer what really happened was the flight from KL to Singapore was all on schedule and I arrived with plenty of time to wonder Changi airport shopping and drinking coffee.  The flight that was leaving from Singapore to London was delayed about 1 hour 30 minutes and by the time everyone was packed on board it was totally full to the rafters and bursting at the seems all thanks to British Airways cancelling an earlier flight.  If all went well and the pilot would manage to make up some of the time on the way over I should have about 2 hours to get my bags and poodle on over to the coach station.  The flight actually got me into Heathrow with about 50 minutes to get through passport control collect my bags and then catch the coach. it all sounds easy but when my bags finally come off the conveyer belt I only had 20 minutes to get to the coach station and I’m not even sure where it is but Mandy my wife tells me its pretty central.  It’s now all a mad rush and I’m running like lunatic being chased by the “Mad Axe Man”


Now believe it or not I did manage to catch the coach, it was all on time and yes I did have a great family lunch with the family.  Throughout this journey I was probably puffing and blowing and complaining to myself like hell about airlines, baggage and passport control not to mention everyone dilly dallying about when your in a hurry, but to be truthful I’m just lucky to live somewhere at the end of the day where everything worked and I travelled eight thousand miles from a city in South East Asia and arrived in a small costal town in Wales to eat lunch with my family.  How wonderful and lucky we are.


There is a part two to this story and that’s the return leg but that’s for another day!

© Perry Johnson 2013