The Key

This is a remniscient post .

Its about my first few days here , in Cardiff.

My coming up here was never , planned organized and anticipated... (u know like most people do that months and months in advance)
typical me , i got the visa and tickets just a day or 2 before
and since i planned to come back in 2 months i took minimal luggage (wrong choice of stuff, i agree now , but it was then)

so i just picked up a single suitcase and a cool bag and set out for UK, just like it was one more of my travels , it was cool, the airports , the screening , the protocol.. all cool, i mean i almost came across as a seasoned airtraveller (proof? - people coming upto me and asking for instructions, guess i have this very approachable look :) ) and to think this was like my first solo flight abroad (plus like the third of my over all airmile account) wasnt of much consequence any time other than this post.

well everything said and done i missed a few things, esp the ipod and a few typically indian items either totally absent out here or ridiculously expensive.

ok i got lots of advice of where to go and what to do and all that shit , but after a gruelingly long flight and the body aching from lack of proper sleep and food ( i had yet to pick up the habit of asking for a second helping) i reach heathrow, which is like a small city in itself and hunt out the nearest exit. any sensible guy would have informed me , that there is a straight bus service to my place and i would have done that , but trust my broz frnd to tell me the best things in life.. how do i summarize it? i reach heathrow at 7 in the morning and reach cardiff at 7 in the evening without a single scrap of food in my tummy !!! aaargh!!! i dunno remember how many trains i took (yeah trains!!) finally i manage to crawl up to the victoria coach station and wait for like 4-5 hrs (i dont remember how long) for a bus to cardiff and the funny thing is once i reach cardiff , i have no clue what to do next. and i walk up to a pretty gal with a cardiff uni logo on her sweatshirt and i realise suddenly, and i mean SUDDENLY! just how crude my english sounds. and i go all ... ah forget t, anyways she takes me in her taxi and i end up paying £5 ( i don know why?) she doesnt give me back the change either [:(]
and i reach the security office , a very good move as i later realised. and they send me off in a taxi to a hotel... which will be covered in another post , the name of the hotel was Sand-ring-ham
and all the hullabaloo around it in the other post.
so finally i reach and am given this key , the 1 key to my room , my life, in the United Kingdoms.

Cheers
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