The road home

After what seems like an eternity I’m on the way home.

I’m not entirely sure why this trip has made me want to get home so much, it’s not been that bad, in fact it’s been pretty good but I think the bottom line is a need some time switched off from work just hanging out with friends, with my dog and most importantly my girlfriend.

My eagerness has just been out into action when I tried to board the wrong flight. I’m due to take off in 20mins and people were boarding at my gate so I, without much thought (a fact I blame on the early hour and the lack of coffee) I joined the line like a sheep. Turns out because I’m at the arse end of nowhere these small planes take 5 mins to fill up and mine is up next.

So I’m back sitting waiting for the first of my 4 flights wondering if there is any beer in the fridge for when I get home.

“On the road again”update

I ended up getting an upgrade to business class for my flight, so it wasn’t so bad after all. Love it when that happens.

If only I didn’t have to spend time in the jumped up shopping mall that is heathrow terminal 5 and it would have been perfect.

On the road again

I travel with work pretty regularly and often get to go to some interesting places, although I’ve been home for a while now and I’ve got out of the ‘groove’ of regular international travel.

This trip is not looking interesting, I’m not heading anywhere new or exciting, insteadI’m going back to a city I used to live in. It would be made a lot more positive if I was going to have the chance to catch up with old friends but unfortunately my days are looking pretty busy with work, and that’s what pays the bills.

I guess overall I’m not feeling that motivated for it, but then it’s 10pm on a Sunday night and the next 12 hours will be filled with trying (most likely unsuccessfully) to get some sleep whilst sitting in a chair next t a complete stranger.

Fun.

Airport lounge awesomeness

I am currently most of the way through my longest ever non stop journey, I’ve taken in a few countries, many time zones but not a single bed. I have one more flight, thankfully a short haul, to go then a taxi and finally bed.  What I have found from this marathon is that I love airport lounges more than ever.  I cant call them a sanctuary as their is currently some guy yelling at a TV screen (something to do with the New England Patriots) but free booze, easy internet access and no screaming kids mean that although I may nearly be a broken man, I’m somewhat content.

My current lounge in Toronto has glasses with pre seasoned rims for mixing up Caesars and in an Air New Zealand lounge I was in at some point I the last 48hrs they had a ‘make your own hotdog’ stand.  I didn’t have one, but the idea was good awesome.

Now I just have to stay awake long enough to make my final flight and I’m laughing, beer keeps you awake and alert right?

A trip away

What a difference a day makes.  Or a few in this case.

I had planned to put up another fantastic  five on Fridays list but the last few days have been pretty hectic, and have culminated with me now sitting in the floor if the airport departure lounge awaiting a flight to Australia.

I’ve never been to Australia before, and I would have thought that I would be at least a little bit excited but in all honesty I’m tired and can’t be bothered with the 15hr flight to Sydney, kicking about for a few hours then flying on to Perth.  This isn’t a leisure trip and I’m not really expecting to get anytime to do any sightseeing or adventuring so right now it just seems like a long way away.

The bottom line is that the company that I used to work for called and asked me to do some contract work (which I have before) and really the money goes a long way to feeding my snowboard habit so I couldn’t turn it down.  I don’t want to sound like I’m a slave to the money, but sometimes the sensible thing to do is not look the gift horse in the mouth and take what’s on offer.

I used to find airports really interesting and exciting places, people going all over the world on there own mini adventures, trying something new.  Now all I can think is that in airport kids can be really annoying, people when tired enough can sleep on just about anything and all the airports in North America smell the same.

4hrs of traveling down, about another 20 to go……..