This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anzac biscuits at midnight I have been too jetlagged to completely understand or accept that I am both back in Lancashire and no longer in Melbourne. I keep dreaming that I'm in my last week, on my second to last day, and so on and so forth, and rushing to make the most of it only to be frustrated by this or that. The trip back near killed me. I suppose that by GMT I started traveling on Sunday evening and arrived home on Tuesday afternoon, having not slept a wink in the interim. Bangkok airport, supposed to be one of the newest in the world, doesn't have refreshments after passport check-in gubbins. When your flight gets delayed, this can equate to fail. Also, Thai pilots are a bit bonkers. My ears hurt a fucking lot. I found that my window seat, on both flights (Melbourne-Bangkok, Bangkok-Heathrow), was directly over the wing/engine. Flying out of Bangkok, at night, vapour rolling over the wing seen through slightly (worryingly) warped glass, the episode of Futurama where they go to the Star Trek planet (hence hearing Shatner's voice) on the in-flight entertainment dealy... Twilight Zone moment, right there. I liked flying at night and being able to see out, gremlins and Shatner aside. Weird to see the different illumination of various cities. Sort of exterior illumination for Melbourne, just as many lights in Bangkok, but obviously just from within buildings, now drenched streets and building facades and all that. The flight wasn't all that bad, in the end. I had three seats all to myself, and spent thirty hours stretched out, watching Futurama or reading Zola, eating (airline) Thai food and drinking tea and cognac, being interrupted once in a while by a pretty Thai girl wondering if I wanted more of the above. Now all I have is real ale and fish 'n' chips. 2:12 a.m. - 2008-11-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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