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blacklillySo I'm back, from outer space... No! Dammit, no! Australia! Though the way my brain has been feeling the past couple of days, a gravity defying free-fall through the tenebrous, myriad miles of space may well be more accurate. How do astronauts feel when they get back to Earth?
I am sick of travelling, but I have to go to Nagoya on Sunday so I can get to the immigration office early on Monday morning to sort out my visa renewal. Going to Nagoya seems like much more fun than going to Nagano. There are people to meet for beer, ice cream etc. However, a weekend secreted amongst the darkling folds of my duvet is much more attractive. I've been reading Neil Gaiman's blog while he was travelling around the world doing various bits. He was on the road (or should that be in and out of the air) for 5 weeks. Of course, I'm sure travelling as Nail Gaiman is much more comfortable than travelling as, well, me.
There will be tales from my whistle-stop trip perhaps tonight, maybe tomorrow night. I have to go pick up the CDs of my photos some time today or tomorrow, and will load them up onto Facebook/Flickr for all to see. There will be tales of jellyfish masquerading as oxygen masks (those fuckers started by stealing my hat in Utsumi and now they have plans for global airline domination) and in-air hysterical giggling and random stupidity. Or perhaps that's not half as interesting now as it seemed at the time. But I'll tell you about the baby crocodile...
I am sick of travelling, but I have to go to Nagoya on Sunday so I can get to the immigration office early on Monday morning to sort out my visa renewal. Going to Nagoya seems like much more fun than going to Nagano. There are people to meet for beer, ice cream etc. However, a weekend secreted amongst the darkling folds of my duvet is much more attractive. I've been reading Neil Gaiman's blog while he was travelling around the world doing various bits. He was on the road (or should that be in and out of the air) for 5 weeks. Of course, I'm sure travelling as Nail Gaiman is much more comfortable than travelling as, well, me.
There will be tales from my whistle-stop trip perhaps tonight, maybe tomorrow night. I have to go pick up the CDs of my photos some time today or tomorrow, and will load them up onto Facebook/Flickr for all to see. There will be tales of jellyfish masquerading as oxygen masks (those fuckers started by stealing my hat in Utsumi and now they have plans for global airline domination) and in-air hysterical giggling and random stupidity. Or perhaps that's not half as interesting now as it seemed at the time. But I'll tell you about the baby crocodile...
