Airport conundrums

After a farewell afternoon tea including ice-tea and milkshake the journey has begun... Or so we thought! Because in actual fact, when does anything run smoothly when you put us two together and add an aeroplane to the equation? Oh well, things can only get better from here... We hope. Despite having many a travelling gene in our blood, it seems we tend to be the unlucky ones! 

With two sister crying, one mouther shouting about Sikhs trolley racing (guess who!) and two Dads strapping bags and giving last minute advice, we though we were on our way. Once the goodbyes were done, and we finally got a chance to do our first thing on our own and riding solo, Marksy runs into a spot of trouble! Money wallets under your clothes are apparently treated as rather a threat when going through Heathrow security. We soon found ourselves being led off to have a private body search of Rachel! Thankfully the original intimidating member of staff didn't join in the fun, instead we got a warm welcome, and a quick pat down on Rachel's behalf, followed by a natter about our trip some rather amazed looks when mentioning 

A) how long we were gone for and

B) that we were doing it on our own. 

Us and those ladies- best friends! 

Now instead of being thousands of feet in the air, we are acquainting ourselves with the airport hospitality that we will no doubt become well accustomed to! The flight is delayed until further notice, brilliant!! Thanks to heathrow we have only been blessed with 45 minutes free internet, nothing is ever free in this country! So for now, over and out!