Homestretch

When you get onto a plane, you always think: "What I really want is to be surrounded by small loud children for my overnight plane." Well, I didn't quite get surrounded as there was only the one, but the sound level and frequency of baby noises were worthy of more than one. As such, I would declare that I got my wish. I'm sure that everyone in that section of the plane is glad to have the possibility to blame their jet lag on something, as a one hour time-shift probably doesn't count.

But the plane was survived. Another surprisingly smooth flight coming from a 19 year old plane. Now I just have to survive the public transportation system, and then I can colapse into my coma.