20 Hours after I set off I finally have
an opportunity to get some words down as I sit on my bed in the
rather meagre hotel room in Johannesburg.
It's been some time since I last
blogged , probably around the time I last travelled. No sausages this
time, although that may not actually be the case after all Boerwors
(sp?) cannot be ruled out.
After an early start, how many times
have I started with that? After an early start, so early that when I
arrived at Heathrow terminal 4 it was still shut, indeed I was the
first one through security check for the day which meant two things;
first that I had no queue to contend with and second that I had two
bloody hours to kill before my flight. Arse.
I'm not going to bore you all with
another account of how much long haul travel irritates the beans out
of me but I feel that I must post an observation to any Americans who
may ever read this; an increase in volume does not mean an increase
in humour, loud does not equal funny...nuff said.
No bar at the hotel but a vending
machine conveniently located at the end of the ground floor corridor
has what I need after a long day.
Cheers.
Glad you safe and in one piece - no wine in the vending machine, then?
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