It's Alive!

Just when you thought I fell off the edge of the Earth, I have re-appeared in another location. I just got back from soggy Vancouver. I think I left there several days ago, but with the 8-hour time zone shift, I have no idea what day it is exactly. One airport looks just like another.

I took a sleepless red-eye flight that landed me in Gatwick, decided to save a pound by taking the new Easybus (horrible misnomer there) to Victoria station, waited endlessly in the Tranportation Information line-up (another oxymoron) to find out there is indeed a bus to the Globe, but it takes an hour sic to go 2 miles, so spent 4 pounds for the Tube and still had to run over the Thames and find the Globe. *phew* I did make the afternoon showing of King Lear a.k.a. the Longest Play Ever Written About Nothing Exciting At All. I managed not to knock myself out in the standing-only yard. I think that's me there.
Then there was another airport, and another plane to a field near Frankfurt and another bus to somewhere in Saarland, and finally a taxi home to bed, to sleep, perchance to dream of the Longest Way to Go From Point A to Point B.

Aye, there's the rub. If it's Monday, I think I was supposed to be at work today - but when I woke up, the sun was on the wrong side of the bed, so I had dinner instead. More pics to come ... after I've reset the clock.