
Radar speed & position input
Time to breathe some life back into this blog as promised in last years final posting. January was not a great month for me so I wasn’t in the mood for any attempts at wit on the internet, I took a few photos which will be put up here eventually. So the end of February is the start of the new decade for this periodically updated blog, I’m back at sea my home from home with my second family, who welcomed me back like the prodigal son without the slaughter of any fatted calf but with plenty of enthusiasm which warmed the cockles of my heart and brought a hint of a tear to my glass eye. A karaoke session was ordered and plenty crooning ensued, murdering many an Engelbert Humperdink ballad and a few versions of the now apparently dangerous “My way”.
For all the great welcome I received coming back the farewells were hard on leaving my home and the mood on the way to airport early on a cold January morning was low. My fellow passengers on the transport bus to the plane were mostly men, middle aged and bored looking, until the last minute when 8 55+ gold chained slick backed tanned white toothed Rolex wearing chaps fell onto the bus laughing and grunting all half drunk at 7 in the am, there appeared to be one leader who was more tanned and had more hair oil and a bigger Rolex than the rest he was a good foot shorter than his com padres and seemed to have a Napoleon complex, he proceeded to tell jokes and the others howled with unfunny cackles that had the empty echo of canned laughter. Their high spirits didn’t raise mine. On the plane one of them wanted my newspaper, he said “you can give me that when you’re finished with it” near suffocating me in whisky fumes and cigar breath, anyone else in the world and I would have gladly obliged but some divil rose up inside of me and refused, he looked momentarily perplexed, but he moved on down to his seat. I should have just given him the stupid paper, I got more annoyed by him than he by me.
The plane was late taking off prompting the French air hostess to move me to the very front of the plane so I’d be first off because of my short connection, she gave me instructions and said you’ll have to move quickly or you might miss your connection, so when the ground staff finally got the stairs to the door of the plane in Paris I was off like a bat outta hell, of course the next flight was from another terminal meaning a bus ride, I arrived at the passport control and they ushered me through, another staff member showed me to the bus and there I waited for it to move away. And waited. Until it filled up with all of my fellow passengers, and waited until my 8 shiny friends finished their cigars and climbed on all happy out.I probably would never have made it with or without the Las Vegas 8.
I duly missed my connection at Paris CDG so I had a 6 hours of terminal 2 watching the world go by. The world literally passed by, all shapes and sizes colours and creeds going to the four corners of the planet. I took photos of the architecture and the furniture and a few people too…
Baggage trolleys awaiting usage
Young Japanese woman avoiding the airport air.
Eventually I got my connection and I have sea views as I write. OK that’s it for today, more installments on the way!























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