Two weeks have passed by in just a blink, and I’ve barely gotten to write about it. Although it doesn’t seem like it, I was sent to London to do some actual work, so most of those first 14 days were spent within the Canary Wharf office.
I heard that the Portobello Market at Notting Hill was a mecca for quirky shoppers, so I set off even if the clouds were taunting. Served me right — I got my first dose of the infamous London moody weather. Close friends will know that I’m averse to actually having to open an umbrella; I would rather grin and bear it. On that day, however, I was never so happy that I had an umbrella handy.
This was not the way I pictured my adventure would start.
Imagine me there, all smiles as I walked into the arrival hall of Heathrow Airport, armed with the most luggage I’ve ever had to carry in my entire 26 years — then I realize the hotel cab was nowhere to be found. No signboards with my name, not even a signboard of the hotel. Que horror.
11:40 SGT, having breakfast at Changi Airport
This morning, I woke up with my pulse racing. As I scrambled to cram some last minute packing, I realized that my hands were literally shaking. I was so jumpy that when a hanger fell out from my closet, I thought my heart has leaped out from my chest. I wasn’t even this close to an anxiety attack on the day I picked up my bags and chose to leave my home in Manila for the flats of Singapore. Continue reading Kaladkarin’s UK Adventure – The Prologue