arriving in sheffield

On Sept 19 in malaysia time, I got myself in KLIA after daylight for a flight to Sheffield. The most prominent event was crying and crying. I didn't get it why we would cry when we looked some love one leave us for right reasons. I got a big why because I didn't feel sad anyway. I leave the crying topic here. It was long journey plus I had to transit to Frankfurt then to Manchester. Yet, It was my first time to take a flight. This was a new thing. All sudden the andreline rushed down when I got into departure gate. Questions arose in my mind. Am I dreaming right now? Should I slap my face? But as a very cool person in everything, I wasn't dreaming for sure. 

 After 11 hours, I put my feet on the land named Frankfurt. It was 6.30 in the morning there. The temperature was around 10 degree. Next flight to Manchester is 11.30 a.m. 5 hours to wait and waste. My body shivered a bit when I went out from the 777. The airport security is a bit strict as I had to take out my belt for the security check, yet let my 36 inches pant loosed. 

Roughly at 11 o'clock, I took off from Frankfurt to Manchester. It was only one hour flight. It was a nice view from the bird's eye as I saw a lot of different thing that I didn't see in my hometown. Finally, I arrived in Manchester. Being welcomed by SMSA and MARA officers, I felt like home already. My group continued our journey to Sheffield by coach. The scenery along the whole voyage is greeny  and beautiful to watch. Made me felt calm. I do like to watch some country side view. Anyway, thanks to MARA officers, Pisang, Roy and the others who helped me through out the intro week and got me settle in nicely.

p/s; there are lots of picture actually. but i don't have them to put them here.