Sunday, June 24. 2007Home
Seriously though, I honestly have the feeling that I've been isolated from the world. Despite what they think over there, the concept of World News doesn't really exist in the USA, so I didn't know about the murders in the Marolles, nor the bikie violence in Melbourne. I've been under a rock, and yet the rest of the world heard about the firefighters who died in Charleston.
Atlanta wasn't as painful as Brussels though, where due to strike action only one window was available for passport control. The strike was initially only intended for bars and restaurants in the airport, but seems to have expanded. One too many irritating travellers in coffee shops? One wonders. The fact remains that I spent hours in passport control for yet another pithy strike. On the way, despite being amused by terrified travellers fleeing cart people and amusing signs about firearms, I did meet a single-serving friend on the flight — an international law student “doing Europe” for a month for school. Her first stop was The Hague, so I helped her get to Gare du Midi for her connecting train. Why is it that flying east-to-west doesn't have as much jet lag as flying west-to-east? I need sleep. Trackbacks
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