The
landing of the Boeing 777 was so smooth I couldn't tell whether we
had landed or not. I only realised when the pilot engaged the reverse
thrust that we were on the ground. As soon as we had stopped at the
gate hundreds of flustered and tired passengers unclipped there
seatbelts and rushed for their overhead bags. I couldn't understand
why on every flight I have ever been on people did this. I had a
theory that it may have partially been nicotine withdraw for some and
sheer competition or claustrophobia for others. I was in no hurry, I
couldn't check into my hostel for another 5 hours so sat watching
everyone and listening to my music ( I think it was Florence and The
Machine at the time). I was excited that I had already met a fellow
traveller, Karl was heading to China to marry his girlfriend and
teach English. He had met her on his last visit and couldn't wait to
get back to see her but was a little preoccupied about the thought of
living away from the UK. At our Mumbai transfer we wished each other
the best of luck and went our separate ways. I was genuinely happy
for him he seemed really nice, I hope everything worked out as
planned. I pulled my bag from underneath the seat and waited for the
crowd to pass, got up and made my way down the aisle. Walking through
arrivals felt like I was back at Heathrow, there was no huge
difference between the two airports. It took a while to get through
Passport control and customs but was soon enough in the queue for the
taxis.
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