On Wednesday the 5th the Journey to Svalbard officially started. Myself and my father set off from Old Woking at 2100 heading to Milton Keynes where we would be staying with Andrew before an early morning drive up to Manchester airport.
This however was not the original plan for the start of the trip, and as they say "there is nothing like leaving things to the last minute" (though i Can't say i have ever been entierly comfortable with this school of thought). Just a few days prior to our departure on the Sunday I recieved a call from Sam (another friend going on the trip). He had rung to tell me that he had Glandular feaver and would be thus unab;e to accompany us. It so happened that we were all supposed to be crashing at Sam's the night before going to that airport as he lived in Leeds. This, however was not my first worry, the thought that Sam, being one of my best friends, was missing the trip and he would not be there with us was disheartning. At Sams request i promptly made similar phone calls to the others on the trip to imform them of the situation as, understandably this was not a conversation Sam wanted to or had the energy to have four times.
New plans were made over the next two days and many discussions were had leading to Myself, my father, and Frances staying over at Andrews house for the night then my father driving us up to Manchester airport the next morning for our check in at 0830.
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