After two and a half days of travel we are now on the home stretch. We're sitting in London waiting to finally depart to Paris...from which we will be quite happy not to step foot on another plane ever...okay at least the next 6 months.
The travel so far has been beyond ridiculous and this easily wins out on the worst flight ever in the history of flying (and believe me, that statement has only the barest hint of exaggeration). We've lost count of the endless hours spent in queues. We get out of one, turn a corner only to find another. There'll be words to be had with Qantas when we are again coherent and less sleep deprived. All things considered, we are in good spirits. Though a little disappointed that we were forced to swap a day in Paris with the International transport system...not a fair swap.
A minor compensation is this splendid sunrise over the Heathrow runways.
And just think, the sun was rising in the east, east of London is Paris, your true destination.
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BTW, who has your gourd....
(Inspired by Luke I shall continue with vague 80's references.)
Kev.
*cheers from the peanut gallery*
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