I’ve been dead tired for the most part. I’m blaming jetlag. But this time it’s been really bad. It’s the kind of exhaustion that make me believe that the zombie virus could actually exist. I conducted a meeting and drove myself to the airport without actually being aware of me doing it. I think, I passed out on the plane from Brisbane because I missed the meal service. Well, it’s not really a meal service, it’s more like a snack bar.
I was sitting next to a newly married couple and I know this because of the way she made me watch her wedding photos on her iPhone. And there was a lot of touching and smiling and looking happy. It was totally inappropriate and I reckon newly weds should have a separate section on a plane. She begged the question and I asked. They were on their honeymoon. Do you now understand the kind of shit I have to deal with when I travel internationally?
It was pissing down in Melbourne and I know thats kind of crude but was there a monsoon I wasn’t aware of? And it wasn’t humid, summer rain, it was cold and miserable, like the kind you see in England. Every day. People were hunched under umbrellas and thick raincoats. I didn’t have either. So on my return to the hotel, I looked like one of those dogs from an SPCA commercial, before they got rescued.
I have to admit, I might have had the best lamb rack ever.
I saw a queue of guys sitting at the hotel, looking like they were there for a prostate exam.It turned out it was for an interview. So that’s basically the same thing.
I got an earlier flight to Sydney and there was no one in the queue through security. That means I’m buying a lotto ticket because good luck comes in threes right?
I sat next to an elderly couple who could be the poster children for a happy retirement. I wanted to take a photo and post it to my bucket list.
I managed to catch some highlights (or would that be lowlights) of the presidential debate. It was watched by more than a 100 million people. WTF? Are there so many lonely people in the world?
Here’s a few thoughts:
- Didn’t Trump know that it’s useless to interrupt a woman when she’s on a roll?
- And I think he was sniffing so much because he was crying on the inside.
- And not paying tax is a crime, not proof of how smart you are.
At least South African might not be the only nation who has a president they’re embarrased about.
Kids take note, this is why it is important to prepare for important events. Otherwise you’ll only end up sniffing and interrupting your way through it…
Sydney is really cold tonight and like most seasoned travelers, I’m not remotely prepaired for it. I guess the wine will have to keep me warm.
(PS – I apologize for the many typos as I’m writing this on my phone and you know what they say about big hands…
That guy needs big gloves…)