"Put that bag in the boot"... and so my journey began. That was the welcoming tone from Gerard, my taxi driver to the airport. I couldn't help wondering that if this is the way I was being greeted, then how would the next 30-40 minutes that I would spend in his taxi be. But I put that aside as I looked at the piece of my heart that I was leaving behind. I could see the sadness in her eyes which I am sure she could see mirrored in mine. But somehow we both managed to hand over a great high definition smile and said bye for a week.
As soon as the taxi started the driver asked me, "Is your girl is not coming with you?" I felt like telling him that I wished she could join me, but that it was not possible at this time, but then just said No, with a sad face. As Gerry took out his parking card to exit the Square Shopping Centre parking lot, he apologised for asking me to put the bag in the boot. He then went on to explain that he had apparently been stopped many times by the Garda while carrying passengers for having passengers carrying their bags in the front, and so he didn't want to get into any trouble. It was a big relief to hear that, and the next half an hour in his car didn't look painful any more! I gave him a BIG smile in reply and told him that I was hesitant to leave the bag in the trunk as it contained my camera. The sweet Gerry understood my passion and asked me for my visiting card. Thus, the guy who I thought was going to be trouble became my friend. We lost no time in discussing how we thought we could solve all the issues that the world currently faces. Though I didn't realise it at the time, thinking back on it, that was exactly what we were doing! It is funny how you can just hit it off with a stranger who shares the same interests, and it feels like you have known each other for a long time. Anyway, we reached the airport. Gerry asked me if I knew the terminal that I had to go to. Honestly, I didn't have a clue. On looking around, I saw my flight name on a board against T2, so with the utmost confidence, told him terminal 2. I'm pretty sure though that he understood that I didn't know the answer... :)
So here I am sitting Terminal 2 gate 410 waiting for my flight to Johannesburg for a business trip and writing this blog. This is the first time that I am writing a blog. A question that you might have is - why do you want to write now, why do you want to kill the readers like this??? To be frank, I am not really sure. I have always liked to write, but laziness always got in the way!!! (Doesn't it always!). I hope to continue to write at least for the duration of this journey, and share my experience with you. Ciao for now.............will continue.
As soon as the taxi started the driver asked me, "Is your girl is not coming with you?" I felt like telling him that I wished she could join me, but that it was not possible at this time, but then just said No, with a sad face. As Gerry took out his parking card to exit the Square Shopping Centre parking lot, he apologised for asking me to put the bag in the boot. He then went on to explain that he had apparently been stopped many times by the Garda while carrying passengers for having passengers carrying their bags in the front, and so he didn't want to get into any trouble. It was a big relief to hear that, and the next half an hour in his car didn't look painful any more! I gave him a BIG smile in reply and told him that I was hesitant to leave the bag in the trunk as it contained my camera. The sweet Gerry understood my passion and asked me for my visiting card. Thus, the guy who I thought was going to be trouble became my friend. We lost no time in discussing how we thought we could solve all the issues that the world currently faces. Though I didn't realise it at the time, thinking back on it, that was exactly what we were doing! It is funny how you can just hit it off with a stranger who shares the same interests, and it feels like you have known each other for a long time. Anyway, we reached the airport. Gerry asked me if I knew the terminal that I had to go to. Honestly, I didn't have a clue. On looking around, I saw my flight name on a board against T2, so with the utmost confidence, told him terminal 2. I'm pretty sure though that he understood that I didn't know the answer... :)
So here I am sitting Terminal 2 gate 410 waiting for my flight to Johannesburg for a business trip and writing this blog. This is the first time that I am writing a blog. A question that you might have is - why do you want to write now, why do you want to kill the readers like this??? To be frank, I am not really sure. I have always liked to write, but laziness always got in the way!!! (Doesn't it always!). I hope to continue to write at least for the duration of this journey, and share my experience with you. Ciao for now.............will continue.
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