After 21 hours on a plane and perhaps just as many waiting for them in the most lifesucking places on earth – airports -, I finally got back home. Flying with Qantas was a mixed experience at best:
- Delays and subsequent missed flights, in both directions.
- Busted and broken inflight entertainment system = 20 hours of chosing between “Superman returns” (he returned about 10 times allright), “My Super Ex-girlfriend” (beyond bad) or “Lady in the water” (boring! predictable!).
- An English bloke with the demeanour of a senile rhinoceros to keep me company – for 12 frikkin’ hours.
Oh well, at least the tax service got me a present for Christmas… Not. (They just wanted my money.)
Interestingly enough, quite a few people seem to have been reading my “blog” (hi mom!). This resulted in me having quite the discussion on my particular form of atheism, over a few glasses of Duvel and a few pints of jetlag. I must have rambled quite a bit (in a “loving the sound of my own voice” kind of way), but one thing that came out of my mouth even suprised me: “It took me a while to become an atheist, because it takes a lot of courage to look the darkness in the eyes.”
Drama!
Sorting through the pictures from my trip is slightly depressing and it started freezing the day I came back home. How about that? Next time, I believe I should just skip November – March in Europe entirely. One of my resolutions for my vacation was to limit the number of pictures to 1 Gb (the size of my SD card), which I did: around 700 pictures in total, with room left for exactly one more.