Arriving in London

Its been a long,long,long day for Leah and I.After leaving Jo-burg we took an 8 hour flight to Doha ,where I happened to get a new meaning for the word migriane when the brilliant pilot decided to drop out of the sky making my head feel like a helium ballon in a volcano!
We made it to Doha airport at 6:40 and 35 degrees where we spent another 5 hours waiting before connecting to London,Heathrow.

Doha is an Arab country, so evidently most the announcements will be in Arabic first the translated into English. It is abit disconcerting however when you are one of the few non-Arabic speaking people on the plane during the safety talks. They ramble on for 20 minutes in a language you don’t understand, then switch to English and say, “Good Morning. Escape doors at the back of the plane, have a good flight. Good luck!”

We got picked up by my cousin Claire after a long wait in a very long queue at the airport,which was fine cos we used to lions in South Africa...ah ah ah

K im going to bed ,Londons amazing, my cousins looking after us amazingly but i cant feel my head

ML