...pictures

Of course, when scanning is done, I'll post a few pictures from my trip.

In the meantime...

...Do something else elsewhere.

Har har har.

...airline companies

Oookay.

You go to the terminal, all in good time for checking in -- and since it's your girlfriend's first flight, and named girlfriend has a nasty habit of fretting about being late, you arrive a good hour before checkin starts --, have only hand luggage (one very important rule of thumb is that, if you can, should never ever post luggage, because even if it doesn't get lost, it will get battered, trodden on and smashed up; not to mention that if you're a bit late at a foreign airport, and miss your checkin window, having luggage to post makes late-time boarding an impossibility, or living, breathing nervous hell at least), passport control goes without a glitch, plane's scheduled to take off in an hour...

Yeah, right. As if.

THEN you spend an extra two hours waiting at the gates, strictly cool air conditioning, not even getting a bloody view of planes taking off, you can't go out, and they slap you with meal coupons that can only be used at the airport's buffet where pricing had a go and said jolly goodbye to any sanity or fairness, so your ticket's worth a slice of re-heated pizza (a slice! the bastards...) and a soft drink. Stuff them where the sun doesn't shine...

AND on the trip back to Valhalla you hear that your airline's workers went on a strike and your flight might or might not take off at all.

Yeah, it took off. No time off for silly behaviour.

Of course, with a 40 minute delay.

Sitting in an air-conditioned CDG gate room where officials probably thought that only Eskimos ever take a flight so served up a cool 10 degrees.

And this wasn't a low-cost airline.

If only I had a gun...