nightride

I get to fly between Prague and Sydney at least twice a year and I hate that journey every time. To sit over 24 hours on planes, change aircrafts, go through numerous checks and sometimes even having to explain myself while being questioned where am I going, what am I gonna do there, what am I carrying and why the heck am I travelling, it makes me sick.

But then, I love the feeling of getting somewhere. I get the chills whenever I get close to one of my home towns, my streets, my houses or apartments. The places I remember... And then, it feels great to lay across the sofa and close my eyes and do nothing for a while, just cherish the moment and be with people who are close to me.

I wish our planet would shrink. The faster, the better. I wouldn't mind paying more for airfares, as long as it shortens the trip. I wanna be in Prague in 15 hours, instead of 28.

So where the bloody hell is the Airbus 380? And what is Boeing doing at all?