I was on my way again, all packed and ready to be taken to george airport, from where I would fly to Johannesburg again, and there I would board my flight to Heathrow. This time I would stay again with Dennis at Protea House in Hammersmith, his kind of youth hostel, for three days before taking the train to Scotland again. I love London, and most of the time I stayed with Dennis, where you get a room at a reasonable price, and he had a nice and clean kitchen with a cooker and a microwave oven, and also a kettle and toaster, so you can cook your own food.
I was really feeling good, as once on the plane, the two other seats next to me remained empty, and as it looked like everybody was seated and belted, I laughed softly from delight, and saw myself stretched out comfortably during the night, as the two seats stayed empty. But then there was a bit of movement in the front, and towards me walked a hostess, two kids behind her, and my elation evaporated like bally mist before the sun, as there was no other empty seats! I groaned!
The girl was about nine years old, and a very self assured little English miss, who was on her way to England to visit her dad who lived there, while she and her mum lived in South Africa. She immediately started organizing the little coloured boy, whose lip were trembling from nervousness, and who was on his way to his mum who was nursing somewhere in England.
The hostess asked me whether I would mind just keeping an eye on the two, and they will come around often to make sure all was well!I was in a state!
The girl I could see was used to travelling, and kind of took charge of the boy, and when the food came, and he struggled with opening the tin foiled covered plate of food, she took it off, and then told him about what to eat first, and how to hold your knife and fork, and as he really struggled and could hardly get anything as far as his mouth, she clicked her tongue and started feeding him! The best part of all this was that the boy must have been two years her senior!

When she had at last made sure that the boy was okay for the night, little miss turned her attention to me, and after telling me all her parent's troubles and then gave me all the details of the divorce, she started asking me questions about who I was, and why I was going to England! Never slept a bally wink, as missy talked non stop through the night! So much for lying stretched out and sleeping peacefully!
London was as usual a delight, and I again visited both the Tate Musems, where I could wander around for days, and at the Tate Modern, stand in awe at some of the supposed to be art works, and further I just took the underground to different places, where I would explore all the wonderful statues, and gape at the beautiful buildings, and something I always did was getting off at London bridge and walk along the river Thames,as there was a lot of lovely little cafe's where The most delicious coffees and eats were served. And of course I would then end up at the Tate Modern again, where I would always just run in for a quick peep, but usually stayed for half of the day!