Time to go

Well, my passport and visa finally arrrived by courier yesterday morning, which is just as well, because otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here in Heathrow Terminal 1 Departures. Laszlo just left to head back down the M4 for his late shift, and the bit of this whole adventure that I was least looking forward to is over. 'You'll be fine', he said, and I will be, but I'm still rubbish at leaving. The departures hall is quiet this morning, very British sunday morning with coffee and newspapers. It is still pretty hard to imagine Freetown, less than 7 hours beyond the departure gate.