India bound

Holy crap. Here I am at gate c62 waiting to go to Hyderabad. The further into the Heathrow airport I went the more I realized how different I looked compared to everyone around me. I am watching some little kids fight and it somehow comforts me.
I didn't sleep much on the flight because the idiot in front of me had a seat that leaned further back than it should. Seriously the top of the seat was like 5 inches away from my face. Whatever. We actually got a meal on the flight and I watched some cool movies.

There were so many languages and accents all around me as I went through customs. I actually really liked it. It's unreal to think that everyone has unique personal experiences... mind boggling in fact.

Boarding.

Here we go.

Part 2:

I'm the only white passenger on this plane. Amazing. We were served dinner on the plane and guess what it was? Butter chicken. Indian food on a plane?! What?!

I've already watched holes, wrote in my journal and now I'm watching deathly hollows part one.

I'm not sure how i'm still awake. I slept at the beginning of the flight but not much more than that.

Recovering from this time change I'd gonna be brutallllll.