Thursday, June 17, 2004
Where the Fare is Rarified...
Home - a place of many comforts, and of many comfortable niggles and itches. It's my last night at home folks... and I still have to pack.
It's a very strange thing saying goodbye to people; everyone seems to have a different style. Also, it seems bizarre to make any sort of 'big deal' out of it. I'm not really leaving tomorrow, am I?
I have all the essentials laid out ready: a torch with spare batteries, a bible, and a bag of jet plane lollies. I have a couple of games in mind for that last, either to only eat them while flying on a plane and see how long they last, or to take photos of jet planes in unusual foreign places. I want to figure out a way of having them in photos so that they look as though they're flying, or parked on the tarmac, but without being able to see a hand in the shot. Hmmm.
It's hard to write, I feel so tired. Actually I feel as though I've drunk a cup of coffee, which for me means I feel headachey and shakey and a little sick to the stomach. Stomach in French is l'estomac, or ventre, depending on whether you mean the organ or a belly. Exams are over, and they seem very far behind me already, although the last was just this afternoon.
I don't want to pack just yet; I don't want to see a full backpack all zipped- and strapped-up. Tomorrow I'll be excited again, I'm sure. I'm still excited at the prospect of seeing Lottie and Roshan again, but the departure from Auckland airport on Sunday is now less enticing than it was. If I picture the Sacre Coeur, or a Russian minaret, that makes me feel a thrill again.
Goodbyes, huh?
Funny thing: my first port of call tomorrow morning is the Doctor, but not to get a vaccination or anything normal like that. No, I am going to get my ears syringed. That's right, my ears are spewing wax. They have always produced more than their fair share, and sometimes it builds up despite my best efforts, and I run the risk of getting blocked ears when swimming or showering; they have been known to stay blocked for over a week at a time. Tomorrow's aural enema should see me right for at least three months, maybe more!
It's a very strange thing saying goodbye to people; everyone seems to have a different style. Also, it seems bizarre to make any sort of 'big deal' out of it. I'm not really leaving tomorrow, am I?
I have all the essentials laid out ready: a torch with spare batteries, a bible, and a bag of jet plane lollies. I have a couple of games in mind for that last, either to only eat them while flying on a plane and see how long they last, or to take photos of jet planes in unusual foreign places. I want to figure out a way of having them in photos so that they look as though they're flying, or parked on the tarmac, but without being able to see a hand in the shot. Hmmm.
It's hard to write, I feel so tired. Actually I feel as though I've drunk a cup of coffee, which for me means I feel headachey and shakey and a little sick to the stomach. Stomach in French is l'estomac, or ventre, depending on whether you mean the organ or a belly. Exams are over, and they seem very far behind me already, although the last was just this afternoon.
I don't want to pack just yet; I don't want to see a full backpack all zipped- and strapped-up. Tomorrow I'll be excited again, I'm sure. I'm still excited at the prospect of seeing Lottie and Roshan again, but the departure from Auckland airport on Sunday is now less enticing than it was. If I picture the Sacre Coeur, or a Russian minaret, that makes me feel a thrill again.
Goodbyes, huh?
Funny thing: my first port of call tomorrow morning is the Doctor, but not to get a vaccination or anything normal like that. No, I am going to get my ears syringed. That's right, my ears are spewing wax. They have always produced more than their fair share, and sometimes it builds up despite my best efforts, and I run the risk of getting blocked ears when swimming or showering; they have been known to stay blocked for over a week at a time. Tomorrow's aural enema should see me right for at least three months, maybe more!
# posted by Doug @ 11:02 
