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bktheirregular) wrote2005-07-11 01:45 am
bktheirregular) wrote2005-07-11 01:45 am
On the ground again
Connected courtesy of a poached open Wi-Fi spot.
Turned out to be a 7-hour layover in Frankfurt. Got put on standby - thankfully a seat opened, or I would have blown a gasket. Flight to Athens was uneventful - one stop in Thessaloniki, Macedonia (the Greek province) to drop off passengers, take on other passengers, and refuel, but all was uneventful.
Arrived, got my duffel (surprisingly painless, but perhaps expected because the last leg was on a small plane; the surprise was that the bag was on the same plane I was on), met my aunt, made a quick detour to re-activate my mobile phone (actually fairly cheap, probably because I wasn't buying a new phone), and then took a taxi to my aunt and uncle's apartment in the shadow of Mount Likavitos.
And if the taxi had had a flux capacitor mounted next to the fuel injector, this blog entry would be coming to you from the week before last.
Guy topped one hundred seventy kilometers per hour on the Attica Road. Now for those not conversant with metrics, eighty kilometers per hour is fifty miles per hour. Simple multiplication will reveal that one hundred sixty kilometers per hour is 100MPH - which, to me, in a car, is where one crosses the threshold between "this driver is out of his frelling mind" and "is my life insurance paid up?"
Got here without having to be scraped up off the pavement with a putty knife, though; just tending to one or two final things before crashing.
Boat in five hours. Alarm in three. Taxi in three and three quarters hours.
See you all last week.
Close entry.
Turned out to be a 7-hour layover in Frankfurt. Got put on standby - thankfully a seat opened, or I would have blown a gasket. Flight to Athens was uneventful - one stop in Thessaloniki, Macedonia (the Greek province) to drop off passengers, take on other passengers, and refuel, but all was uneventful.
Arrived, got my duffel (surprisingly painless, but perhaps expected because the last leg was on a small plane; the surprise was that the bag was on the same plane I was on), met my aunt, made a quick detour to re-activate my mobile phone (actually fairly cheap, probably because I wasn't buying a new phone), and then took a taxi to my aunt and uncle's apartment in the shadow of Mount Likavitos.
And if the taxi had had a flux capacitor mounted next to the fuel injector, this blog entry would be coming to you from the week before last.
Guy topped one hundred seventy kilometers per hour on the Attica Road. Now for those not conversant with metrics, eighty kilometers per hour is fifty miles per hour. Simple multiplication will reveal that one hundred sixty kilometers per hour is 100MPH - which, to me, in a car, is where one crosses the threshold between "this driver is out of his frelling mind" and "is my life insurance paid up?"
Got here without having to be scraped up off the pavement with a putty knife, though; just tending to one or two final things before crashing.
Boat in five hours. Alarm in three. Taxi in three and three quarters hours.
See you all last week.
Close entry.