So, today I set off on my very long and tiring journey to Beijing. My train was departing from Cardiff at 7.55 so we left the house at 7 only to get caught in the rush hour traffic! As what usually happens to me and trains, it was one mad rush to get to the station on time and I really thought that I was going to miss it. I had to pick up my train tickets there but when we got there, the self servive machines were not working and the queue for the kiosks was horrendous! I would have given up and just got on the next one but good old Cher said to ask the guy at the barrier, and he let us go up even though I didn't have any tickets! It was one mad dash but we made it. The goodbye was possibly the quickest I have ever experienced which was probably a good job because I got quite upset and cried. Can't believe I'm not going to see my mother and boyfriend for over two months, what was I thinking doing this?!