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Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame,
For
somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time
he could-a been,
The champion of the world.
Bob Dylan.
It started poorly. Adelaide airport staff docking me for the extra luggage,
but this was to be expected. I signed the VISA and joked to her, "Signatures Match?"
Never make jokes to airport staff. They all think they are Columbo's in
search of the next crack smuggler, and none of them have humours.�� After
checking my tickets again she wasn't going to let me on the plane. Only having
a one way ticket, I got the third degree.
"How long are you staying for? When do you plan on returning?
Why haven't you
got a return ticket?"
I guess they must catch a lot of Australians trying to flee our poverty stricken
country with the polluted beaches, and infectious diseases, for the pleasures
of Romania.� I can't wait to go through customs in Bucharest, it's going
to be a blast. Perhaps my first chance in paying someone off, it should be
excellent spy training.
I am in Singapore at the moment waiting for
a connecting flight. We arrived here an hour earlier than expected. Singapore
Airlines are excellent. Everybody has their own TV, some 20 stations, and you can
play Nintendo on them. I tried the Super Soccer, but when Romania where 17-0
down against the US, with still 2 and a 1/2 minutes to go in the second half I
though I would retire undefeated and settle in to a little "Ren & Stimpy".
As
most of you are Australians, you would obviously want to know what the
in-flight movie was. Those who don't understand what I am talking about should
hire the "Castle". Anyway, it was the "Hurricane".
People are as happy as they make up their minds to be.
Abraham Lincoln.
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