King of Dreams
by
Harry N Down
It is a four and a half hour flight to
Heathrow.
Heathrow airport, 90 airlines flying 68
million people to 180 countries around the world.
I thought Delhi
We had our luggage and transfers all sorted
before we left, so our on board stuff were all we had to worry about. Luckily,
our transfer to another plane was still in the same terminal. No running from
one to another. Kev had done his homework and allowed plenty of time to get
from one area to another. We went straight to the lounge area and got in a
feed. WE had time to have a bit of a relax before heading off to the boarding
area.
“Never been back to the UK
“Nope!”
“Ever wanted ta visit the place mate?”
“Maybe one day. No inclination at the mo.”
“Flight BA0175 to JFK New York
“Well hello there.” A rather stout man in a
pinstripe suit, balding head with no other distinguishing features other than
being loud and slightly obnoxious.
“Off to the States huh?”
“I was born there as you may have guessed.”
“I’m sure you will love the place. Well I
will be seeing you. Have a nice day.”
“I hope bloody not.” I whisper to Kev.
It’s Kev’s turn to smirk.
This leg of the flight takes just two and a
half hours so Kev and I decide ta try and sleep.
Amazingly, I found sleep to come quite
easily.
After the emotion rollercoaster of the past
few weeks, my mind was at ease and my thoughts drifted back home to the pub and
oddly enough Crystal. That kiss we shared. The walk on the beach.
All happy moments that one always dreams of
having.
We disembark and follow the crowd. Collect
our luggage and head towards customs.
“Do you have anything to declare?” A man in
uniform asks in a monotone voice.
I had thought of saying that I am English
and proud of it.
Looking at his belt with every tool known
to man and that gun made me think twice.
“No” I meekly replied.
The noise level at the airport was
incredible.
People here speak at volumes that surely
are unhealthy.
“Could you step over here and open them.”
Kev and I burst out in laughter.
The tone of his voice was straight and like
a robot. Saying each word and almost pausing between each word.
“Sorry” I tell him as his hand reaches
towards that gun on his belt.
Both Kev and I do as requested.
Another customs officer comes over and
assists in the search of our luggage.
They converse between each other. We pay
them no mind.
“I wonder if they realise how ridiculous
they act.” Kev mentions to me.
“Passports and visas” The tone sounds so
serious it becomes hard not to smile.
We hand them over.
“Walk this way.” He demand and walks ahead
of us swaggering.
Kev looks over at me. “Better not aye?”
WE both laugh and follow the officer to a
room I sit in one and Kev sits in another. We are asked a few questions about
our time in India
Satisfied with our answers we are allowed
to continue our travels.
“Have a nice day.”
WE repack our stuff and head off to catch
our next flight.
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