I finally arrived to London Gatwick early in the morning. The aircraft was shaking all the way from Paris to London. I was trying to analyse what I'd done wrong to have such a nervous staying at Paris. But this shaking, you can't actually think about any other deals while your plane is vibrating and making disturbing noise <em>noises</em> louder than normal. I waited for the breakfast to take my mind off the technical points of the flight. After having the hot pie and the tea I calmed down and made a decision to travel next time to the south of France and to visit some beautiful villages and castles, to enjoy the sea, good wine and just to relax. Actually I hadn't<em> couldn't </em>get known much about the history and couldn't speak even basic French and honestly I wasn't much <em>very</em> interested in France before that trip. The decision to visit it was made mostly by my mind rather than by my heart. I know there is such a sensitive connection between my soul and the countries I am travelling to . If I love any country in advance, even if I have never been their <em>there</em> before, if I love it's language and people, <em>I </em>am interested in it's history, then this country meets me very well, and I enjoy being there having no unpleasant moments at all. We agreed with my friend that we both would be heading to the North, me by train and he driving a car, and he would pick me up at Newcastle. I booked a train to Newcastle. I have only one hour and some to get from the airport to the train station with a change at Victoria station, so it was almost impossible to do that.