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Jun. 30th, 2011 08:38 pmI am here and safe, though not very bouncy. It turns out that my body doesn't much like 26 hours of plane. The hotel is letting me check in early and I shall have a solid rest, to set me up for tonight and tomorrow and the day after and...
The bad nes is that this means I can't see me seeing Cheryl.
I knew I was in London, though, when I read the last of the masterclass books while sitting outside the Golders Green Library. I found it waiting for me, thanks to a kindly loan from a fellow masterclasser.
I am now in an internet cafe, catching up on the bare minimum. I need to crash and I shall crash and when I wake up I shall be...awake.
My moment of wonder on the flight was in the stopover in Bangkok (we had just enough time to walk the legnth of the terminal to get out of the plane and its vicinity, be checked again, and walk back the other way. I got to be polite in Thai. I can't asy much of anything else in Thai anymore (though i can still do odd steps of dances here and there, and those appallingly badly) but it's nice to know I can be polite in one language, at least.
I plan to keep a computer log this month, so don't panic if I don't blog every day (because that depends on time, energy and computer access) - you will find out the interesting things.
I typed a scad more, but it has mysteriously disappeared, so I will leave you with the entirely practical thought that the route into Europe took me over every single one of my ancestral areas, from Kishinev to London. Also that, even on strike, British border security people are fiendly and efficient. I'm afraid the nice lady letting me into the country and I were both guilty of smiling and joking.
I go to sleep! Also to unpack!!
The bad nes is that this means I can't see me seeing Cheryl.
I knew I was in London, though, when I read the last of the masterclass books while sitting outside the Golders Green Library. I found it waiting for me, thanks to a kindly loan from a fellow masterclasser.
I am now in an internet cafe, catching up on the bare minimum. I need to crash and I shall crash and when I wake up I shall be...awake.
My moment of wonder on the flight was in the stopover in Bangkok (we had just enough time to walk the legnth of the terminal to get out of the plane and its vicinity, be checked again, and walk back the other way. I got to be polite in Thai. I can't asy much of anything else in Thai anymore (though i can still do odd steps of dances here and there, and those appallingly badly) but it's nice to know I can be polite in one language, at least.
I plan to keep a computer log this month, so don't panic if I don't blog every day (because that depends on time, energy and computer access) - you will find out the interesting things.
I typed a scad more, but it has mysteriously disappeared, so I will leave you with the entirely practical thought that the route into Europe took me over every single one of my ancestral areas, from Kishinev to London. Also that, even on strike, British border security people are fiendly and efficient. I'm afraid the nice lady letting me into the country and I were both guilty of smiling and joking.
I go to sleep! Also to unpack!!