slightly more detail (tmi?)

alright, to recap on the journey:

EVERY SINGLE STEP caused me emotional grief yesterday. i went into shock the second i realized i was actually getting on the damn plane.

in a complete reversal of tradition, the food on british airways was unpalatable. the food on el al was great. go figure.

not having to collect baggage in joburg was a pleasure.

the smoker's lounge in jhb is smoky. the gymnastics on the telly were fantastic. i want a girlfriend who can do that sort of thing.

there must have been a tip in the computer system that i'm a soldier. every time someone official eyeballed me, there was someone else there who said "he's okay. just trust me."

as i said, no need for sleeping tablets. desperately needed a massage, though. and my legs were, as usual, mightily uncomfortable.

i waited forever for my bags. i had a lot of voicemail to get through, so i almost didn't notice.

i had the fortune of running into somebody who knows the airport transport system, and took the train instead of the bus.

i had twenty minutes when i got home to shower and get into uniform, the bus to the base sucked, and i kept mentally pinching myself everytime i realized that i wasn't in civilian clothing.

walking into the base felt like walking into pre-primary school. lots of little kids running about.

the kid informed me that our team leader had "noticed that i wasn't in my office yet." i told my team leader to get stuffed, in the most unpleasant way i could think of.

i spoke to the medsupply contact, and it turned out that he's found someone else to do the job instead - which suits me just fine. i had an argument with him because i refuse to take money if i haven't done any work. we eventually agreed that i'll be available for consultation, and get paid on that basis.

i had roughly 500 emails to get through. eventually i settled for deleting anything in hebrew. went smoothly.

missioned around the base, slowly got back into the swing of things, and spot and i had a good laugh telling stories.

our project is going nicely. needs to be rewritten, but that was to be expected.

i wasted a large part of the day, managed not to eat army food. on leaving, ran into nixon - tomorrow i organize a meeting with the base psychologist.

i had to replace my styling beret for a shitty new one. that sucks piles.

came home, did the net thing for a bit, then went out with the mongoose and his sort-of girlfriend. watched the new harry potter movie, it was great. i only passed out for about two minutes, so i didn't really miss too much - it was done beautifully.

my legs were mightily uncomfortable there too.

just got home, hitting the shower and then crashing like a king.