It was a long flight with the bare minimum of legroom. Sleep was intermittent, and the in-flight entertainment un-inspiring. The Gorse Fox spent tme with a book and resting as comfortably as he could.
Arriving at our destination was a bit like arriving at New York... huge palnes disgorging many hundreds of tired passengers to be processed by 3 immigration officials. GF notes that they were at least friendly and polite here!
GF has temporarily lost his sense of direction, not used to seeing the sun in the North of the sky... but given a few hours he's sure he'll adapt.
[File under: Travel]
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