jawnbc | terre

It's good to be home. Though I've not properly slept in 23 hours. It's now 04h00 in Talinn; I was up at 05h30 GMT+2 (19h30 Vancouver time). I abluted, finished pakcing and my cab arrived. Painless check-in for Estonian Air, scarfed down a yoghurt and espresso and boarded the flight to London. As luck would have it I had 3 seats to myself and I did doze on and off for the 2.5 hour flight to Gatwick. Then it was claim bags, re-enter the UK (yay for EU passports!), board a bus to Heathrow. I got to the Air Canada check-in just after 11h00 (13h00 Tallinn time), knowing there was an earlier departure to Vancouver (at 12h30 versus my already booked 15h00 flight). And I got the booking changed, the bags checked, went through security and they announced boarding. Fairly traipsed up and into my lovely Executive First seat.

Meals was OK (beef a bit tough), but the service was great: a crew of women who liked their jobs still. And Vancouver based, so they understood my excitiement about going home. I read, watched a film, meditated as much as I could given the louts around me blabbering loudly, ate, viewed Eurovision pr0n (1999, Dana on her keester). First off the plane, bags came off quickly, and I was in the apartment by 15h15.

Where I was greeted with:

1. Lovely flowers
2. a bag of Lays
3. a tub of onion dip
4. a very tidy house

Himself tutes tonight until 8 or so. I am endeavouring to stay away. But I have to hit the ground running tomorrow in the office.

Tallinn? Lovely old town but a lot of tension between ethnic Estonians and ethnic Russians. And I wouldn't describe any of them as friendly. Nor rude. Reserved most probably. And the "everyone under the age of 30 speaks English" is a fib: I'd guess half.