We left home (Eventually) around 12.40 pm and Grant decided to drive, usual story of stopping off for gas etc, and we then hit the M4 about an hour later. I decided to drive from the service station just before Reading, the roads werent too bad, some congestion on the major London turn off juntion but generally not too shabby. We got to Heathrow around 3.30pm. Checking in wasnt too painful either. This is a bit of a novelty for us as normally we're running late and cursing each other, but as it is we're well ahead of schedule. Our Flight to Hong Kong leaves at 9pm.

There's not a great deal to do in Terminal 3 Heathrow, so we find a bar and have a few beers and discuss plans. Once captive in Terminal 3 you can expect to pay International Prices, by that I mean you obviously drive a Ferrari and earn a 6 figure salary - we have neither but part with the cash and write it off as "we're on holiday, what the heck" - which really is the only thing you can do unless you want to be a misery guts & sit it out in the public waiting area.

Why Hong Kong you ask me? .....well 25 years ago Cousin Clive and his good lady Gail got hitched in Cotton Tree Drive Registry office, Central, Hong Kong and to celebrate this milestone it was agreed that we'd return to the scene of the crime to mark the occasion. Flights were booked earlier last year and as all the offspring are all coming along, it's been quite a logistical exercise. Lloyd, Clive & Gail's Eldest lad was going with them, so no problem there, Spencer the middle lad had an exam in Bristol, the same day as the flight and Owen the youngest had to get flight from Edinburgh to meet everyone in Heathrow. Clive, Gail, Lloyd & Owen would fly out on British Airways at 6pm, Jayne & myself were flying with Virgin and leaving at 9pm, Spencer after finishing his exam would have to hotfoot it on the train from Bristol to London and then Heathrow. We had hoped up to meet up with Spencer but he was running a bit late and we had to board our flight just as Spencer got through security.

Nothing of note occured during our stay in Heathrow terminal 3 except for the time I went to the washroom and looked up to see two elderly African Ladies dressed if full traditional Costume looking at me having a pee. They were told that this was the Gentleman's Toilet by several people and it only took about 5 minutes for them to realise they were breaking British social protocol.

So anyway, here we are on a Boeing 787 Dreamliner, about to head to Hong Kong - It'll be a 12 hour flight. By the Time we get to Hong Kong it wil be 5.30 pm. It's been 5 years since Grant & myself were in Hong Kong, it'll be 15 years since Jayne was last there. No doubt things may have changed since then.