Yesterday at around 1 pm, I got a Whatsapp message from sister dearest along with this picture: "Back in London after 20 years!"
This image of WHSmith was taken at London's Heathrow Airport Terminal 5.
Yes, she is correct. It has indeed been 20 long years since we stepped on UK soil. Yet I remember it quite fondly.
November 1995 - my parents and I were based in Dubai, United Arab Emirates. While my sister worked as an associate editor in a travel magazine based in Singapore. She was sent by her company to cover this huge travel trade fair in Earl's Court, London. So we decided to meet there. Dad stayed behind in Dubai since he was working so Mom and I flew to London via British Airways, I believe it was a six hour flight.
It was my first time in London. My mom and I explored the sights then would meet up with sis for dinner. After the trade fair was over, she took some days off. It was freezing cold but we all had so much fun. We watched "The Phantom of the Opera", "Miss Saigon" (Monique Wilson as Kim) and "Sunset Boulevard" on West End.
It was a short visit but packed with exciting adventures, good food and happy conversations. Just enough to add to our warehouse of well cherished and pleasant memories.
P.S.
WH Smith was the bookstore of our youth. When we were based in Brussels, Belgium in the late 1970s, we bought all our books (Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew classics) from that store. Seeing that image brought back fond childhood memories for me and it seems for sister dearest, too.
4 comments:
I enjoyed reading this trip down memory lane for you. It's really crazy how fast time flies. You have done a lot of traveling in your growing up years. I'm eager to hear some of your stories.
I only see WHSmith shops now in airports.
It's so good to remember the past and see how far we've come.
I believe I have shared some stories of my growing up years in this blog.
I would have to knock on the door of my memory warehouse and share more. :)
Is that right, Kayni? No wonder there was one at Heathrow Airport.
There is nothing wrong with living in the past, it is where our memories dwell too!
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