Departure Day
Me and Kate woke in a small run down 2 star hotel room 10 minutes from Londons Victoria station. 1 plug socket and a shower with no on/off handle. I guess we got what we paid for on the budget we payed.
We packed up, checked out and set off for the train station. The weight of rucksacks became all too apparent carrying your life on your back comes with a price. I was carrying half the weight of Kate’s with my lack of hair and no need for cosmetics i had packed shorts t-shirts suncream and a good book.
Anyway we stepped on to the train dropping our bags at first chance and waited as the train delivered us to destination Gatwick Airport.
It was a fairly easy process checking in our only confusion was the numerous stops in planes in Vietnam. Me and Smarty were not the best at keeping schedule or deadlines and lack of knowledge hindered what little organisational skills we can pull together between ourselves (although Kate does have the upper hand over me).
We had some breathing time before our flight. We set down and had a beer and breakfast more of a way to burn up the shrapnel of British sterling we had in our pockets. Beer is how we start every holiday we’d like to call it tradition but probably its more likely that when we ain’t working we like a brew.
Our first destination was Hanoi Vietnam, would have liked Hong Kong but we were flying with Vietnam Airways. We watched the minutes tick by before departure, saying cheerios to our folks and family. We made our way to our gate does it not always seems half your journey is made up of the walk to the gate. After a long and hearty walk we climbed aboard the first of 3 flights we were to embark on set down and got comfy.
It’s no secret we were both excited but I couldn’t stop chatting shit, Kate would tell you every bit of trivia about anything from Johnny Cash to 12 Angry Men (great film) ran off my tongue in the previous hours much to the annoyance of Smarty not that I don’t rattle off useless information in her direction for her to ignore in common conversation only this time it was relentless and in too close a proximity to be avoided.
That was it we were strapped in and ready to fly Cheerio Blighty!!!
Jack and Kate in Oz 