LIKE BEING DRUNK - FRIDAY 13TH JUNE - BRISBANE TO BRUSSELS

 

We have long held the view that a good flight is one that we walk away from.  

This holds particularly true on a day when only one person was able to do that from a tragic flight in India, and when anyone planning to fly to Tel Aviv, Baghdad, Tehran and any number of of destinations in that region discovered that walking was going to be their only means of getting home. 

We are more appreciative than it may sound for the temporary fog that presently overwhelms us and even slightly less grumpy about the two hour queue to get through immigration than we might have been.

For we are here, in the sanctuary of our hotel in Brussels, grateful for every one of those three stars hanging beside it’s door, ready to bounce  or whatever our aging bodies will do that will suffice for a “bounce” into life, when the new day dawns.  Our room does have us wondering why we wasted all that effort building cupboards around our televisions when a few minutes with a stick of chalk would easily have sufficed.

Our P2P time for this trip (Pillow to Pillow), from the time we left our beds on Thursday Morning, until the time we lay them down on our bed on Friday Evening on the other side of the world was astonishingly forty-seven hours and a few seconds.

If you have been reading this tome for a few years you will be tired of me paraphrasing this particular passage from the late Douglas Adams’ Hitch Hikers guide to the Galaxy but it does exactly describe the way we feel at this point in every journey of this length;

It’s a quite unpleasant feeling, it’s a little like being drunk.

“What’s wrong with being drunk?” you may ask…

Ask a glass of water.