How do I even begin to write?
Alright, I’m just going to start from the beginning. Finally, the day came. I was leaving Nigeria to the UK to study. I boarded the plane going to London Heathrow Airport from Lagos, Nigeria. I didn’t even begin to think about things to do after arrival at the airport in London, all I thought about was how I was going to take pictures on the famous London bridge, eat UK chicken peri-peri and make lots of Oyibo friends and also speak with British accent…lol!
The journey was quite smooth, I was flying Virgin Atlantic for the first time and it was also my first time flying international. I sat comfortably with zero worries and enjoyed my flight, I flew business class so it was pretty much comfortable. The food was also great, I was also served many glasses of wine and juice. Beautiful service from the crew.
It was a great flight, I had a chat with an Old man sitting close to me, we chatted for a while and I got to know he has been living in the UK before I was born..lol. I told him it was my first time going abroad though..and I guess he knew obviously because I kept asking questions about how to do things on my seat. He was such a nice man.
…And I finally arrived in London
I’m in London, Oh yes! “Really, I’m in london” I said to myself. That beautiful place I see in the papers and on the TV. I’m here!
The plane made a safe landing on the runway. I arrived at terminal 3. Oh, it was a long walk to the immigration officers. I think I walked about 10 minutes or more. I got my visa checked, my admission letter and documents checked, and finally went through. I got my luggage set and headed to get a taxi.
Getting outside the airport, it was freezing!!! I arrived in January and it was still winter and I wasn’t even wearing a proper winter jacket. Well,
I wasn’t really bothered about the cold, all I wanted to do was take pictures at that particular moment but no one was available to take my pictures as everyone were busy with their lives at the airport. So, I got on a taxi and headed straight to school where the journey officially began.
I would be sharing on my next post how things went on in the UK. Subscribe and don’t miss out!