travelneck

it's a bit better now - my neck's been fairly alright since we landed, actually. it was killing me since i woke up - and every angle between the bed, the stupidly long bus ride (with or without the inflatable neck pillow) and the intolerable flight from münchen was agonizing.

we got onto the bus early, grabbed seats as far back as possible from where we suspected the baby factory would be sitting and were unhappy to discover that there were a *number* of baby sets, so we still had to deal with whining and whinging for the next four hours. and one of the arsim was behind us chattering away the entire time, and one of the russians was showing videos of their dinners with the volume turned up...

i still managed to get through a lot of wired, though. and i read some pieces that were straight-up inspirational. as usual. one of them planted an idea with HUGE potential in the do-gooder *and* make money departments, and i spent half the flight unable to focus on anything but the design and infrastructure. i'm gonna get cracking with that soon, i hope :))

we were late for the flight, because our operator, PINGWIN, got cheap and had only one shuttle for two flights. oh, the guys for the later one had *more* than enough time to check in... our flight had to be re-opened, and in addition to the hassle i declared badly at the security check and had to go over everything again, and slower. i hate that.

my passport photo, as i mentioned when writing about the way there, is out of date - the guy asked if i have my south african passport.
"not on me, no..."
"wow, so: south african, huh?"
"umm, yeah?"
"that's hardcore."
"you can't really do anything with it..."
"yeah, but, you could have, like, gone out with charlize theron!"
"naah, thanks. i prefer my own girlfriend."

one of his friends was blown away by my response, another winked and informed me that all their conversations are recorded :P

the flight itself was a veritable sauna and i was seated between two old german ladies whom i believe were flying for the first time. they didn't want to switch seats with me, preferring instead to talk through me. fantastisch.

we had to wait an hour for the train, by which time i managed to catch up on all the wireds from the last semester. getting home was madness - i was juggling between all sorts of communications (like talking to my mum, facebook, and email), laundry (plus exploded bag of washing powder), and updating my netbook pre-semester. also - the british culture paper i was so pleased with was awarded a two-point bonus as a curve, so i scored *exactly* 85% for the course and not less. no need for favours or blind eyes!!! :D

shower-and-bed time again.