Day 1 – Step 1… 5.20am up.
Step 2… 6.50… lugging three extremely heavy suitcases downstairs to the waiting minicab which can barely squeeze them in. The elderly driver is friendly and has a smoker’s cough.
Lots of traffic which then loosens up – like the driver’s cough.
At terminal 5, he helps me pile the three cases, a tatami mat, a silver case and my rucksack onto a pathetically small trolley. He is again friendly on saying goodbye.
Step 3 … trying to check in all these cases with BA. And pay for the extra baggage. As I was unable to get the cheaper rate for doing this online (a complaint many users have voiced through Tripadvisor etc) and am a bit perplexed now by the self-checking-in system at the airport, a business-like and efficient BA official offers to check the bags in for me and sort payment. I thank her more than once for her assistance. First extra bag – £75. Second extra bag £155. Okay, I’d budgeted for this. She takes payment for the first bag.
I thank her again for her help. She then says she will waive the charge on the second bag. What?! She has softened a little – there’s even a hint of a smile. I thank her again – profusely. And realise I have just encountered the first angel of this six week adventure.
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