After waving my final good byes through the glass at the departure hall i turned and walk on. As the line of sight was broken between us, it hit me. never again for a long time will light reflecting of my family enter my eyes (i know kinda geeky in some sense)At that point of time the task was so big and i had no one to guide me.
I told God that it was just Him and me from now on.
The flight was great, Qantas is a nice airlines though it was ~2 hours late.The 2 seats around me were empty (most prob occupied by my guardian angels :D)
I had extra leg room too.
(for a flight this log this means alot)
My flight was super delayed and when i landed i had only 40 min to get from plane to the train. i rushed of the plane, stamped my red passport and then to Terminal 1.Ops i forgot my bag! rushed down the stares a and waited for my bag. but after 20 min, my bag did not passby! then in the distance i saw a lonely orange bag on another conveyor. "There it is!" (there were 2 conveyors for one flight how can some one be at 2 places )
After running around the airport lugging 40kg with me i finally got to the train station. i was at the right track but my train was not on the sign board. i told my self that i was at the right station at the right track and on time, my train had to be the one after the one written on the board. i was about to sit down when a voice told me to check it out. and i did and they had changed my train to another track without notice. anyhow i did manged to get onto my train just by a hair :D thank GOD!






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