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4. Now for the people-processing!
Then begins the never-ending trudge to the immigration area – and very long it is too. I vaguely remember willing myself to keep going – it can’t be much further, surely – my memory of this bit is very hazy, … Continue reading
1.England! At last!
England! At last! I arrived in England on a grey, brisk (they called it) morning in May. ‘Brisk’ in the UK, of course, really means ‘freezing cold’ for a Queenslander and it was still 6am when I emerged from terminal … Continue reading