that with my teeth to stop me falling into the bottomless poo pit whilst praying I would grow 2 more hands before I arrived !
Arrival at Heathrow was uneventful ( unlike my return , more on that later ) and into the departure area , I trolled with my rucksack over my shoulder . I was wearing my HELD rider equipment suit , carrying my crash hat in its bag . This had a few people looking wondering what I was doing wearing this motorbike suit and carrying a rucksack and lid , he doesn ’ t look like Ewan McGregor or Charlie Boorman does he ( I could hear those thoughts going through people ’ s minds as they stared at me without fear of moving their eyes when I caught them looking . The price of fame .
Let ’ s have a coffee , I thought to myself , as it ’ s ages until boarding , especially when the shiny marble floor was just about empty of any other human presence even though there were a few bodies scattered around trying to sleep on seats , floors and even some trying to sleep standing up !
Coffee . Cor blimey , I didn ’ t realise I would be buying the whole bloody airport .
BING BONG . “ The flight for Air
India to New Delhi is now open please go to boarding to get your boarding pass and to put your luggage through .”
Oh well no going back now . I do however recall thinking I need a wee and my mouth is very dry .
I mean what happens if the plane is shot out of the sky above Iraq or Afghanistan , or I turn my head round to see the tail falling off , what if … come on Lear think of better excuses .
Eventually through the boarding procedure and into my seat on the aircraft from , Air India . I plonked my bum into my seat . This would be home for the next 8 hours .
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