As the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing that the plane was just about to begin descent Heathrow Airport, Maria looked around . off from Rio, the plane, 747, had been very full, but few passengers off in Lisbon, so with luck it take her too long to get her luggage and get through customs. Looking the window, she a first of London through the clouds and felt a sudden shiver of excitement. She was so far from home and on her own for the first time her life. She reflected briefly that it was only the second time that she outside her own country, the other a short holiday she had had with her parents in the U.S.A. . Now she was on her way to start a university course in the North of England. She was really looking forward to a student there, though she was also quite nervous at the prospect of being able to depend her family's close support. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didnít notice the plane landing. Suddenly everyone on the plane off. Maria realised that she would really have to hurry if she to catch the train from King's Cross that would get her to her destination time. She had than 2 hours to get to the station and it was so crowded it would obviously take time to get out of the airport. at the baggage hall, she looked for the right carousel to collect her luggage. so many there she had great a place to stand where she could see the luggage arriving. She had been waiting for about five minutes when she suddenly that she needed to a bank get of her travellers' cheques . She only had English money and she had certainly wasn't enough to buy her ticket the train. Another 10 minutes and there was still no sign of her case. She started to wish she changed more money at home. She knew it was no worrying about what she hadn't done, but she couldn't help cross with herself. After half an hour with no sign of her case she had just about resigned herself not only to the bank, but also her train. 'By the time get my case and get out of here', she thought to herself, ' probably have missed the last train and have to spend the night in London'. She was just on the point of going to look for someone who could give her about where to find lost property when her case appeared. 'I'd still try to get there tonight', she said to herself as she made her way through passport control and customs. Suddenly she spotted an open bank and just beyond it a 'standby' ticket office. 'Well, I as well give it a try,' she muttered (to her surprise in English). An hour later she was in the air on her way north, with an air ticket that had cost less she'd thought the train . As she settled back to enjoy the rest of the flight, she wondered if the remainder of her time in England be as eventful as her first hour or so. She hoped not, but she decided she was going to enjoy herself, come what may.
