I shared a taxi to the airport with a girl from Brissy. As we were next to each other at check-in the bloke behind the desk must have assumed we were together and checked both our luggage under her name. I asked if she had been keeping up with the Shapelle Corby story. She said that I wasn't funny.
If it's possible Sharm el Sheik airport left a bigger impression on me than the port at Nuweiba. The prices were more expensive than at the services on the M1 (which I thought wasn't possible) and the organization led to a situation where three flights were boarding through the same gate to the same destination with two different airlines at the same time. The displays were showing different information than what the PA was giving us and at one stage it showed that my flight had departed 2 hours ago. Oh did I mention that it was a moist 30 degrees and that I shared what a effectively was a large tin shed with 1000 Brits who had obviously never left the air conditioned hotel /tour bus / cruise boat that their all inclusive holiday with Thompson had provided. I Started to wonder why I was going back to London.
When I was greeted with a "Hi ya love, ya alright" by the immigration official at Gatwick I remembered why (Note: unlike a lot of Australians I actually like it here).
Back in London I dosed at my (now ex-)girlfriends place for a week before moving into a hostel in Bayswater. Other than enduring the problems associated with 'hostel mafia' I've found it pretty good going. I'm still a Random Task Pitch with an events company. I worked 300 hours in a month which I though wasn't possible but the work is varied enough to keep it interesting. This summer has been the worst I've ever had as far as the weather goes. I can't remember the last day it didn't rain. It almost makes the fact that I'm working everyday tolerable. In a week I leave for Denmark where I'll be staying for a few days before going on to Norway, Sweden, Finland and possibly Estonia and Latvia depending on time. I should be back in London by the end of September. I have also penciled in a visit back home for March 2008.
cheers,
schuey.
If it's possible Sharm el Sheik airport left a bigger impression on me than the port at Nuweiba. The prices were more expensive than at the services on the M1 (which I thought wasn't possible) and the organization led to a situation where three flights were boarding through the same gate to the same destination with two different airlines at the same time. The displays were showing different information than what the PA was giving us and at one stage it showed that my flight had departed 2 hours ago. Oh did I mention that it was a moist 30 degrees and that I shared what a effectively was a large tin shed with 1000 Brits who had obviously never left the air conditioned hotel /tour bus / cruise boat that their all inclusive holiday with Thompson had provided. I Started to wonder why I was going back to London.
When I was greeted with a "Hi ya love, ya alright" by the immigration official at Gatwick I remembered why (Note: unlike a lot of Australians I actually like it here).
Back in London I dosed at my (now ex-)girlfriends place for a week before moving into a hostel in Bayswater. Other than enduring the problems associated with 'hostel mafia' I've found it pretty good going. I'm still a Random Task Pitch with an events company. I worked 300 hours in a month which I though wasn't possible but the work is varied enough to keep it interesting. This summer has been the worst I've ever had as far as the weather goes. I can't remember the last day it didn't rain. It almost makes the fact that I'm working everyday tolerable. In a week I leave for Denmark where I'll be staying for a few days before going on to Norway, Sweden, Finland and possibly Estonia and Latvia depending on time. I should be back in London by the end of September. I have also penciled in a visit back home for March 2008.
cheers,
schuey.
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