Gentle Readers,
On a recent flight, our descent was quite the experience. Violent turbulence ensued and it was the first time I ever questioned the feat of technology that is aviation and the years of experience at the front of the plane.
On our first approach, we were maybe 50 metres off the ground before the pilot put her into full throttle for a go-around. His bold faced lie to comfort us was that there were some geese on the runway.
We finally landed and the aircraft bounced to a stop before taxiing. Of course, all the passengers started to clap. I never got why people clap when a plane lands the way its supposed to. While a sigh of relief may be appropriate, the clap always bothers me.
Word on the street is that we're supposed to boo if the landing gear fail to deploy and jeer if the plane catches on fire.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Sooo Cold
*Click photos to enlarge
Gentle Readers,
On the third of January, I left the UAE to make my way west. While I roginially intened to spend a few weeks in Kenya, the political situation and the volatile nature of the nation's stability prevented me from making the trip.
On a last minute decision, I'm making my way west via Europe. On the 3rd, however, I was able to spend the say in Doha, Qatar with a friend of mine. After Doha, I proceeded to meet with some old friends of mine in Innsbruck, Austria and the German Alps. I've now known Killian and Marein for ten years and it seemed like it was just months ago that I last saw them, when in reality it had been years. Too long. I spent two nights in Innsbruck with Marein before making our way to Pfronten, Germany, their hometown.
Killian and Marein's house on the left and their father's blacksmith shop on the right.
Putting me in shock after living in the Middle East for 5 months was not only being surrounded by white people, but the Polar Fete. Its an annual party I was assured couldn't be missed. The party started at 10pm and ended at 7am. It was outdoors on the side of a mountain. Cold. Wet. It was, however, a very good time. SO COLD.
I spend one of my days in Pfronten in their father's blacksmith shop. In the process of making something, I managed to drive a nail through my thumb. all is well, my fingernail is a little black, and I have a good story. It was the first time I've ever totally blacked out. It was a good time.
I'm currently in Gallway, Ireland. Again, cold. I'm visiting a good friend of mine in the city and will be soon making my way down south to see my old nanny. The group I am now with in Gallway is entirely American. It is quite odd, and makes me a little uncomfortable having usually been one of two Americans in my previous group of friends.
Gentle Readers,
On the third of January, I left the UAE to make my way west. While I roginially intened to spend a few weeks in Kenya, the political situation and the volatile nature of the nation's stability prevented me from making the trip.
Innsbruck, Austria.
Marein, myself, and Killian out to dinner. Marein wasn't so happy about all the photos...
On the top of Nordpark with Innsbruck below
On a last minute decision, I'm making my way west via Europe. On the 3rd, however, I was able to spend the say in Doha, Qatar with a friend of mine. After Doha, I proceeded to meet with some old friends of mine in Innsbruck, Austria and the German Alps. I've now known Killian and Marein for ten years and it seemed like it was just months ago that I last saw them, when in reality it had been years. Too long. I spent two nights in Innsbruck with Marein before making our way to Pfronten, Germany, their hometown.
Amano, and my friends' mother, Sylvi. I love ze germans.
Killian and Marein's house on the left and their father's blacksmith shop on the right.
Putting me in shock after living in the Middle East for 5 months was not only being surrounded by white people, but the Polar Fete. Its an annual party I was assured couldn't be missed. The party started at 10pm and ended at 7am. It was outdoors on the side of a mountain. Cold. Wet. It was, however, a very good time. SO COLD.
In the blacksmith shop with their father, Phillip who is a Master Metalworker
I spend one of my days in Pfronten in their father's blacksmith shop. In the process of making something, I managed to drive a nail through my thumb. all is well, my fingernail is a little black, and I have a good story. It was the first time I've ever totally blacked out. It was a good time.
I'm currently in Gallway, Ireland. Again, cold. I'm visiting a good friend of mine in the city and will be soon making my way down south to see my old nanny. The group I am now with in Gallway is entirely American. It is quite odd, and makes me a little uncomfortable having usually been one of two Americans in my previous group of friends.
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