My Trip Didn't Start Well, But It Improved
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My Trip Didn't Start Well, But It Improved
I am Olivia. Last month I traveled alone to visit my cousin in Bristol. The first hours didn't go smoothly, but the rest of the journey felt much better.
I didn't sleep much the night before departure. My taxi didn't arrive on time, so I didn't reach the station before the queue grew long. I didn't panic, but I didn't feel relaxed either.
At the ticket desk I didn't find my reservation code in my bag at first. A kind passenger didn't mind when I stepped aside to search my pockets. I didn't lose the code; I didn't check the right folder.
Did the train leave without me? No, it didn't. Did I board in the last minute? Yes, I did, and I found a seat near the window. Did the conductor check my ticket?
