My God,You know what i'm now firmly convinced that someone upstairs really doesn't want me to get to London. I have had this fantastic trip around europe, a wonderful week with the Biesingers recovering and slowly weening myself of party mode and then i made the tragic mistake of trying to fly to London on Augaust the 10th in the year of our lord two thousand and six.
After bidding a sad goodbye to family in europe i jumped on a train, more excited and eager than i've been since leaving brisbane. I was off to to London where the streets are paved in gold, the queena and the london bridge etc etc. After a pleasant trip through the german country side and an additional 30 minute ride to the airport I bounded up to the information desk to ask what time my flight to London was.
'Monday' was the only response that i got, i couldn't understand why the airport staff was being so rude. Knowing that i had a few hours at least before flying out, i posted home Tom Kaye's box of tricks. Flopping out on a couch in the airport i started hearing people taling about, 'London' 'Terror' 'Bomb' 'USA' 'War' and then i really started to sit up and pay attention.
When i asked the german couple sitting next to me what was going on, they both stopped talking looked at me and asked 'Where have you been... Under a rock!?!'
Now i realise that Traunstein Bavaria is a relatively small quite country town but a rock?!? I wasn't quite sure so i laughingly told them where i was.
'Traunstein?'
They laughed, a lot.
Anyway, it turns out that the day that i picked to fly to London was the day that terrorists decide to blow up the place. Great timing.
Watching CNN and the BBC i could see the absolute chaos that was occuring.
Quick summery of the rest of the day.
4's waiting, 3 transfered flights (All Cancelled)
No offer of accomodation so back on the train to Traunstein.
Monday morning's flight?... well thats another story!
As Always
Carpe Diem
Ralph Bragg