09 November 2007


Travelling back from Adelaide yesterday, I was reminded why I don't enjoy trips where I can't control the transportation. Considering that I don't know how to fly a 737 plane, I was dependent on others to bring me home.

Six-and-a-half hours it took. I left for the airport at 1.30pm and arrived home at my house at 8pm. The journey was tedious for me so I won't bore you with the details, suffice it to say that you know something is going pear-shaped when you watch the luggage and catering being unloaded from your plane, just before you are due to board. Sigh.


  1. Sounds fun!!! Maybe not.

  2. I know exactly how you feel. It took me twelve hours to get home from New Zealand this week. So close and yet so far...


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