Hi to everyone back home - wish you were here! To be honest - I
wish anyone was here. This place seems as popular on the tourist trail as a wet
Tuesday on the Gaza Strip. There isn't even very much traffic, although what
there is seems to rush by really fast and burn up in a fireball. It's a bit
like a Saturday night in Rockingham.
I had suspected that booking a budget airline to get me here might
be asking for trouble and I was right. They called it the mothership, but I
reckon she should up on child-abuse charges. The inflight service was
completely non-existent and the landing was really turbulent. They say that any
landing you can walk away from is a good landing, so I suppose it must qualify,
assuming you're cool about walking with your left kneecap embedded in your
right ear. It'd take the smirk off that beardy berk Richard Branson, I can tell
you.
I'm staying in a different neighborhood from the one I expected as
well and there doesn't appear to be a sea view. Either that or the tide is out
- by around 500 million kilometres. Still - I'm here for an archeological dig,
not for a paddle, so I'm looking forward to that once I get the feeling back in
all my legs again. Economy class travel is no laughing matter when you’re more
supermarket trolley than biped.
The weather's not exactly what the brochure promised either -
bloody dark and cold. If that was what I wanted for a holiday I could just have
gone to Glasgow where I could at least get a beer and a deep fried Mars bar.
They tell me the weather will be getting warmer, but they always say that,
don't they? ''It's not usually like this at this time of the year'' or ''Don't
worry, we're hurtling towards the sun at 18kms per second, so it'll stop
drizzling soon.''.
Can’t wait to show off the sun tan when I get back
Love
Philae
