Big Ben is not that big seen from an airplane. I mean, it is big, but in a smaller way….does that make any sense whatsoever? I like to think so. It all depends on perspective, really, although arriving in Kent is not a matter of perspective. It is downright amazing, no matter how you look at it, from the beginning of the plane ride to the first bowl of porridge they served as soon as we arrived! And that couldn’t have happened soon enough, the arrival, going from Bucharest to London Heathrow and only then to Kent…
It makes you feel special, as you fly above the Monopoly board that is the Earth glimpsed at from I-don’t-know-how-many thousand feet. You know what I am talking about 😉
It is the same enthusiastic thrill that pushes you into arriving early at the airport, that puts a big snicker on your face for everyone to see that you are about to go places; that makes you bend your knees as you grin and spread your arms for people to see that you have arrived… to claim some territory!
But not on an empty stomach! No serious conquerer does well on an empty stomach. A welcoming feast is in order for someone that has travelled from afar. I enjoyed the beef, the salad, and the pasta (the all so universal pasta that makes every place feel like home) and the proper greetings they gave us. Made me almost forget about my scheming plans to take over the place- almost 😉
They dwell in joy here! And it’s contagious. Barely arrived and we were up and about, playing grab the granny, ninja and monkey football, all the funny games with funny names.
At the end of the day, I was on my last legs! I must admit, I haven’t managed to plan my future strategy to become king of camp, but I will have enough time to seriously think about it in the days to come 😉
Please excuse me now. I need to get my rest. I am on a mission here- mission possible 😉
King of Camp