LONDON

I check out but leave my luggage in safe storage at the hostel. Looking to relax I take the train to Greenwich which turns out to be far too busy, full of lousy pubs and with a mix of Italian and Asian food to choose from. I feel lonely and depressed so ring my father and he understands this . We realise a long day lies ahead and I can't get to talk to S as she is out with her mum. I find a little dim sum bar wondering why I'm so keen on Chinese right now, have a light lunch then decide to go to the Prospect once more. I call parents and S to have a last goodbye before China in case I don't get to speak again. Very emotional, but the right place, peaceful overlooking the Thames. Right now I cannot think further than the task of getting myself on the plane, that's more than enough to be going on with. With a stoic thought of resignation I go back for my cases, then set off for Canada Water. No problem to Paddington, train straight to Heathrow T2, anxious as I think there may be some baggage problem as I'm carrying a huge pack of batteries. In fact everything goes smoothly, an attendant helps me with self check-in, bags checked (I have to separate my PC laptop) and I arrive in the departure lounge around 5.30 pm. I ring to let S know were I am with the last scrap of power in my phone. I can't believe I've got this far, and feel euphoric. I buy a couple of items I need then go to YO SUSHI and get sat next to a Japanese gentleman that I try with some success (given the language barrier which I suppose I'll have to get used to,) to have a conversation with and get so carried away that I get two flasks of sake and eat too much sushi, but then I want to have a good time.