What I Did Over the Weekend
Oct. 30th, 2004 02:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mundensI'm writing this whilst travelling at some 540 miles per hour at 38,000 feet over the Australian desert, approaching Alice Springs. From this height Uluru is nowhere near as impressive as it is up close.
Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_orgue's travel commmentaries of Israel and Ireland, and possessed by an urge to capture and share my feelings, and finally just to give myself practice at writing, I have decided to type a few words about my experiences on this trip.
If nothing else it can act as a record of one of my trips for when I grow older and can no longer remembeer anything.Unlike the excitment ofmr_orgue's trips, I am going to relatively boring places and doing relatively boring things, and more to the point I am doing it in the comfort of Business Class, or Golden Club as Malaysian Airlines calls it.
The name makes me think of expensive weapons, perhaps used for ritual sacrifice. Because of this you will not get any "life from the trenches" reports or descriptions of beautiful scenery, you will have to put up with my observations and attempts at wittiness instead.
But it will just sound like the angsty whinings of a spoilt brat to those of you who do their travelling the hard way.
Note that these posts will be back dated on LJ, as I don't have access from the plane!
Inspired by
mr_orgue's travel commmentaries of Israel and Ireland, and possessed by an urge to capture and share my feelings, and finally just to give myself practice at writing, I have decided to type a few words about my experiences on this trip. If nothing else it can act as a record of one of my trips for when I grow older and can no longer remembeer anything.Unlike the excitment of
mr_orgue's trips, I am going to relatively boring places and doing relatively boring things, and more to the point I am doing it in the comfort of Business Class, or Golden Club as Malaysian Airlines calls it. The name makes me think of expensive weapons, perhaps used for ritual sacrifice. Because of this you will not get any "life from the trenches" reports or descriptions of beautiful scenery, you will have to put up with my observations and attempts at wittiness instead.
But it will just sound like the angsty whinings of a spoilt brat to those of you who do their travelling the hard way.
Note that these posts will be back dated on LJ, as I don't have access from the plane!
