Today, I went on one of the longest and most tiring trips ever. I woke up at 5.30 a.m. and we set off to Finland at six. Thankfully, I managed to get some sleep on the bus, we passed all the borders quite quickly, and it was beautifully snowy outside... Knowing that I'd have to wait at the airport for several hours I hope we wouldn't get there until 3 p.m. local time, but we were already there at 2. The flight was at 21.15. There were two more people going to London, and we spent all that time with them, chatting and drinking coffee. The flight was all right except for the three English girls who spoke extremely loudly about their diets and gossiped about their friends... and the one sitting right in front of me pushed her seat backwards so far that I could harly move for the rest of flight. She, generally behaved like an utter bitch and didn't even say sorry when my neighbour told her that she was making my flight very uncomfortable.
On arrival, everything went fine, I was let into the couthry without any problems, wasn't asked any questions at all, got the ticket to Southampton all right and got off at the right station to change trains. If only I hadn't missed my train to S. It wasn't really my fault because there was hardly any information on my platform and the train said Bournemouth, but how was I supposed to know if it went to Southampton if even the locals didn't... So, it was past midnight and I was stuck at Clapham Junction. I must admit, I swore quite a lot when I found out the only way for me to get to Southampton this night was to take the next train at 2.15 a.m., then change for a bus at a station called Basingstoke because of engineering works and finally get at Southampton Central at 3 something in the morning. And I did get there but at four, because the train moved even slowlier than expected. I asked a bloke on the train what kind of engineering works these were and he said, "Engineering works means four people in orange jackets having a cuppa, love". The bright side of this adventure was that I saw a lovely-looking city called Winchester while on the bus and met some interesting people on the way. Who would have expected to talk to a guy from Manchester who had arrived in Southampton to see the Docks at 4 a.m.? To begin with, he thought I was local and then complimented my English, then it turned out that he'd been to St. Petersburg and Moscow and Beijing and many other places! What a traveller! In the end, he wished me luck, kissed me on the cheek and called me sweetheart))))))
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