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After six hours flying your eyes expand,
you are half way thorugh your third movie
and you give up, go for a walk.
Every hour after 6 you count the minutes,
like Hugh Grant in "About a boy."
Trip to the loo one unit, wait for
coffee service one unit, spill coffee another unit,
that sort of thing, disembarkation forms one more,
getting your shoes back on with the seat upright etc..
Forget water though, stripped of water before airside
then sell it back at £5 a litre, complimentary 500ml
for a ten hour flight, dehydrated at 40,000 feet
flying fish are better hydrated than we are!
We cleared customs last, we got our luggage first
no sport in destroying damaged luggage..
then hunted for a water supply.
Then the zombie march for ground transportation
was refreshingly easy. Well done pacific town!
The last 2 blocks to the hotel were a bit difficult,
the last wheel fell off the bag, and I was left to
sledge the last few kerbs, would have ben easier if
the roads were wet... finally there . Shower, snooze
and take out sushi!
Couldnt sleep, open the curtains, we are borg!
There are people in the building
opposite clutching coffee at 7am! And over there!
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