At Heathrow

Still dazed from my sleep, we passed immigration swiftly. We went to the desk together but her passport was checked first. I was too dazed to realise how little we were questioned and the officer even missed her visa and gave her a tourist visa stamp which he cancelled afterwards, slightly displeased with the oversight. We were prepared for the worst as Heathrow is known to be notorious to our countrymen. At least I was prepared for one thing.

After all the usual airport hassle, an additional layer of thermal underwear and a much needed smoke, we asked for directions to the Malaysia Hall of London. Got a tube map, marked with interchange and arrival point. We were ready to hit London.