All smooth apart from the roadworks on the Ringroad that might have cost $20 alone. Total cab fare was $71.20, a touch over one third of the airfare itself! A couple of ciggies with the lads out the back of Bab's had been a bad move, but what to do? The event needed to be marked. What was left of the bottle of sljivovica was drunk between the three of us, nicely downed by the Rasta man Robbie and Carlo the filmmaker — the latter taking over the studio down the road that has been home for almost seven months. Nice North Indian driver who earned $700 - 800 weekly behind the wheel of the cab: six days 10 - 12 hours. His wife was doing a Biz. Admin. Masters, which they hoped would get them PR. (A greedy migration agent wanted $20k in order to achieve the outcome. Hopefully Djamal the Eritrean will do it for a third of that when he completes his studies.) A free seat between the big guy African in the middle row toward the tail made things easier all round. Chap was an unlikely looking Nigerian businessman who has been living in Sing twenty years now with full PR. It made one wonder. One recalled George's statistic of one million people at any one time being up in the air in our contemporary moment. Many of them nervous campers: how else account for all the runs to the bathroom? Again, it was George who remarked on the matter on his recent LA trip. IT guys like Carlo and Mischa would positively enjoy cloud-soaring. The achievements of engineering and programming, smooth orderly function, especially in the case of the very best carriers. What a joy Brit. Airlines must be, first class say? Beds, the best of food, smiles and pampering from the crew such as those who had climbed to the summit deserved. You've earned it, as they were reassured. Ayn Rand territory. A good number had ordered food, releasing seductive aromas. The two young fattie gals in front tucked in with the others, two portions over the 7 1/2 hours. (The Nigerian settled for single serve.) Well, one had saved, what? $45 for their bulkhead legroom and $20 plus plus the grub. Canceled out the cab fare. Months old muesli slice sufficed for this traveler. Curbing the intake in this moment in time seemed a worthwhile discipline. Private mark of solidarity in the direction of the victims, the desperate and oppressed in all the corners.
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Flight
All smooth apart from the roadworks on the Ringroad that might have cost $20 alone. Total cab fare was $71.20, a touch over one third of the airfare itself! A couple of ciggies with the lads out the back of Bab's had been a bad move, but what to do? The event needed to be marked. What was left of the bottle of sljivovica was drunk between the three of us, nicely downed by the Rasta man Robbie and Carlo the filmmaker — the latter taking over the studio down the road that has been home for almost seven months. Nice North Indian driver who earned $700 - 800 weekly behind the wheel of the cab: six days 10 - 12 hours. His wife was doing a Biz. Admin. Masters, which they hoped would get them PR. (A greedy migration agent wanted $20k in order to achieve the outcome. Hopefully Djamal the Eritrean will do it for a third of that when he completes his studies.) A free seat between the big guy African in the middle row toward the tail made things easier all round. Chap was an unlikely looking Nigerian businessman who has been living in Sing twenty years now with full PR. It made one wonder. One recalled George's statistic of one million people at any one time being up in the air in our contemporary moment. Many of them nervous campers: how else account for all the runs to the bathroom? Again, it was George who remarked on the matter on his recent LA trip. IT guys like Carlo and Mischa would positively enjoy cloud-soaring. The achievements of engineering and programming, smooth orderly function, especially in the case of the very best carriers. What a joy Brit. Airlines must be, first class say? Beds, the best of food, smiles and pampering from the crew such as those who had climbed to the summit deserved. You've earned it, as they were reassured. Ayn Rand territory. A good number had ordered food, releasing seductive aromas. The two young fattie gals in front tucked in with the others, two portions over the 7 1/2 hours. (The Nigerian settled for single serve.) Well, one had saved, what? $45 for their bulkhead legroom and $20 plus plus the grub. Canceled out the cab fare. Months old muesli slice sufficed for this traveler. Curbing the intake in this moment in time seemed a worthwhile discipline. Private mark of solidarity in the direction of the victims, the desperate and oppressed in all the corners.
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