So after a few days rest the jet lag has finally been conquered and my stomach has got over the material that British Airways refer to as in flight meals.
Perhaps it is my age, perhaps it is because I expect more but flying is pants. It starts at the air port, I know, I know that with the enhanced security measures that check-in and all of that takes longer but once 'Air side' one is faced with the joys of the departure lounge. Departure lounge - who thinks of these names, I would like to state that my lounge at home does not have thousands of people walking around, clutching an assortment of duty free products (that would cost even less in the country they intend to visit). In Japan, my brand of cigarette costs 320 yen per pack of 20. The exchange rate is approximately 220 yen to the GB pound, you work it out.Lounge, holding pen more like.
Once one has boarded the plane the conditions and treatment don't improve. I realise that for an extra fee one can up-grade (for extra fee please read second mortgage) but for ordinary people who do not work for a multinational (who in turn charge their customers over the odds because the management, from tea boy up, have to travel in a less vertical position and with four more inches of leg room than their customers and the people they represent) have to travel in conditions that would disturb very small contortionists.
I am sorry to go on but the joy of travel can leave a very disappointing after taste.
JAPAN (Tokyo) What a delight to be back, the first day and a half was spent sleeping. The third, eating some fantastic Korean food with Atushi ITO, a very good bookbinder and top friend. It would be true to say that we did have one or two drinks and perhaps we did eat a spot too much and perhaps we did bore everyone else in the restaurant with tall tales of 'extreme bookbinding' but we had fun.
Today was spent traveling to Japans tenth largest city, (as everyone is quick to point out around here)Fukuoka, on the island of Kyushu. We have been for a meal that was extraordinary for a couple of reasons....but first I have to sleep as a day of work is creeping over the horizon.
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wow that was a bit of a rant
Yes, I am sorry about that. I have been told that it is something to do with my age.
Yes well middle age. Don't worry, you can't help being grumpy. Whole TV series have been made about grumpy old men. You are not alone.
I commented on this yesterday but Blogger has eaten my comment....
Drats!
Dash - don't just say that Blogger has eaten it!
What was your comment then?
Maybe it was rude and Blogger has vetoed it.
I can't quite remember now. I think it had something to do with saying that the Bookbinder will soon start saying "back in the day" and then I may have to hit him....
...but I can't quite remember.
Double drats!!
Thank you both of you.
Dash, I think that the phrases you are looking for are as follows......when there was less traffic on the roads, when I had more hair , teeth, energy and less wrinkles.
Thea, less of the 'Old' if you do not mind or it could be hand bags at dawn.
The policemen are looking very young these days......
They have always been taller.
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