And yes, I know I could have walked down. And yes, I was so bored that I actually thought it was slightly amusing to film my snailride to the bottom. And yes, I obviously did find it 'intresting' enough to even go as far as to posting it here. (YOU try travelling for thirtysix hours straight and see what it does to the brain. Scary to say the least.)
I always used to think of the travelling part of as exciting and adventurous (sorry can't spell that word). Boy was I wrong..
Instead I find myself pushed through corridors like cattle with a million other people of whom it seems only every other person har discovered the phenomenon deodorant. (B.O. - the new black perhaps?) Then having to choose from crappy and half-crappy food which I try to eat slower than superslow to kill time only to realize that I'm usually always late to the gate anyway for some strange reason. (Yup, think I just entered whining mode. Waaay to early I'd say. Stop reading now and save yourself.)
And to my grief I noticed that it's all the same films on this flight as on my way down two weeks ago. What's up with that?? Grr.. Could get more than annoyed for less. Well at least I know that Joel and the guys on the early Quantas flight are all watching highly educational documentaries all the way home.. ;)
Only nine hours left to Hong Kong now.
Shoot me. /Å
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