2008-12-07

Here we are. Technology's everywhere. One screen in front of each seat, with a remote control (which is also a joypad). One pillow and one blanket for everyone. On my left, Helene. On my right, the porthole. Helene & I are in a plane to Sydney via Singapore. « would you like a hot towel », an air hostess said. (They are all cute and from Asian countries). Few minutes later : « the menu for the supper ». I'm starving (as usual). We have, among others : « marinated salmon with potato salad » for the starters ; « Thai style red curry beef served with seasonal vegetables and steamed cream rice » for the main course.

I'm writing all these banalities on an recycled notepad. At the beginning of a flight whose it's forbidden to talk about (because Helene is totally frightened of it and she tries to persuade herself than she's not in a plane...a train, a ship...everything but a plane). We will spend few months in Australia and we haven't scheduled anything except our first days in Sydney where we are hosted by people via hospitalityclub.