Capturing the Prince

Chapter 1: Coming home

Chapter 1: Coming home

Monday 09/02/15

"Welcome passengers. We have just landed in London, England. The local temperature is a very pleasant 19°C or 67°F. It is partly cloudy with a very low chance of rain. The local time is 8:49 in the morning . We will be at the gate soon. Please remain seated until the seat belt sign has been switched off. Thank you for flying British Airways and have a safe trip."

I am finally coming home after a year of travelling the world taking pictures. Don't stress, I'm not staying home forever. I am just coming home to see my family. They always complain that they never see me because 'I'm having the time of my life jet setting across the world.' But they are all just joking. They never seem to mind. I do have plans. I make my own money. Not relying on their hard earned cash. And most of all I'm doing what I dreamed of doing.

Travelling.

I have been everywhere. Every continent, yes even Antarctica. I have been from Quebec to Qatar. From New Hampshire to New Zealand and every place in between. I seen the world. Experienced culture. Tried new foods. I meet new and awesome people. I have lived my dreams and don't plan on stopping any time soon.

The light for the seat belt sign extinguishes. The crowd of people start to get up and grab their overhead luggage and a messy line down the centre of the aisles. They push and prod each other trying to get in front and be the first off the plane.

Me I just sit here with my handy pocket camera. No where near as good as my professional DSLR camera that is in the overhead compartment ,but for now it'll do. I sit back and relax taking pictures of the view outside. The sun is setting over Heathrow airport terminal and all the workers scurry around on the tarmac doing their everyday jobs. It's human life. Planes going in and out in perfect synchronization. I just sit, capture and relax.

Once the majority of the passengers have left a start to file out too. I grab my trust reinforced camera bag from above. I need the extra protection, due to my unbelievable amount of clumsiness. I slip my phone and camera in the small pocket and grab out my boarding pass and passport out. Once all organised I heaved my heavy bag on my back. I carefully walk down the aisles of the plane. Trying not to knock my big bag over. Which has happened to me before

As I reach closer to the exit and find an elderly lady struggling to walk out. I walk up to her and reach out my hand. "Here. Let me help." She hold on with a tight grip on my arm. I walk slowly trying not to wear her out.

Once we reach the exit door the stewardesses come up to us with a wheelchair for the lady. I help her slowly lowering her into the chair. Careful not to loosen my grip until I know she is 100% that she is fully supported by the chair. Once she's in I turn and reach for the handles to help push her but the stewardess has taken them. She has a fake smile plastered on her face. "We can take it from here. It's our job." She gives a smug smile and starts to walk off.

"No. Sorry." The elderly lady stops her. "I would like that young lady to help me. She was kind and showing that humanity is not dead. You are just doing it because you have to." The lady walks back looking very angry. She gives me a snarl as I pass by.