Eating a muffin

Best feeling all day: eating food. I was so hungry. I haven't eaten anything since my 6am flight. It is now 1pm. I was in captivity for 5 hours. Shortly after my last blog post they took my iPad because I said it had contact numbers for people they could call. You know how I am normally hungry all the time? Like all the time? Well in my defense in customs, the lady offered me breakfast then morning tea then lunch. She was freaking out because she kept offering me more and more food and water but because I kept saying no, I think that worried her. I was taking a hunger strike. My unbrushed hair for two days and stubbornness added to the moment, I'm sure.

To enlighten you, somehow my crying and hunger strike paid off. I was free after 5 hours! (slow, dramatic leap into the air). I am currently waiting for my lift outside the airport. I just want a shower. Glad to finally be in London and not on a plane going home. Maybe I wasn't good enough to be a terrorist. Oh well, I'm not complaining!