Scooter racing

Scooter racing
After parking for the night, we'll still have time for a little racing

Monday, 11 March 2013

Living vicariously at 36,000 feet

Or as my brother would say 857,392,714 cm.

Ah, economy class.... where you get jammed in tighter than sardines and you spend 5 hours desperately hoping that someone, somewhere, will offer you a glass of tepid tap water.  Unless, of course, you're sitting with my friend Paul.  Because Paul knows everyone - and everyone knows him.  For example - the head flight attendant on our flight.  The minute Paul was spotted, we were inundated with free drinks, free meals, free chocolate, free earphones.  I was afraid of napping in case I got buried under a mountain of "onboard cafe" items!  Needless to say, we arrived in Hawaii well fed, well hydrated and the envy of all economy (and most first class) passengers.

In full training mode
The weather in Waikiki has been glorious and the training for the Tour D'Ont is going very well.  I can sit quite comfortably on the beach for up to 8 hours at a stretch, with nary a cabana boy in sight.  Prince Porketta will be very proud of me I'm sure.

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