Fun. It's been some time since my last travel. So here we go again. No smoking at Napoli. The airport that is. Nothing to do there. Some IR netbooth. There was wifi, but it did not want to be convinced to cooperate. Maybe I was sleepy. Maybe it was grumpy, don't know. Yes, the flight was delayed. After some more waiting boarded and to my surprise I was comfortably seated in a first class seat. That meant more legroom and Net I need that.

Obviosly arrived late at Rome. Some Romans in green jackets tryed to herd me to gate C11. I've managed to break away. You see, I'm no sheep. So there I was rushing around the Roman airport looking for gate C11, passing through passport control and stumbling upon a mega queue to board. I was getting that flight! I can't believe it.

Am I lucky? Whenever I travel there is something going on. Something happening. This time my flight is delayed. Fair enough, but I might miss my connecting flight from Rome to Naples. Wich is not fair at all.

That's a funny thing. In the past I have been delayed, from the morning to evening. Stayed at the end of the airway, wiating for the enginge to start. I was ready top push the bloody plane. The captain refused to speak to the passengers, and relayed everything via the board crew, the brave souls, simply because he was shy of his bad english. Yeah, yeah, and I should feel safe with that bloke - all of the information up there is in english.

So let's see what this will bring.

update an hour later - Still waiting. Asked to come back in half an hour yet again. At least I'll use up the t-mobile minutes

Yet another half an hour later - checked in. Hate waiting for the security checks, but don't want to get blown up either, or stabbed with a very sharp Gilette mach 3.

Funny that a lot of people don't trust me with details, giving directions, reading a map, though they do trust me to get lost, have accidents, causing random disruptions...

Never mind that. I really loved Berlin. Nice city. West Berlin is civilised, almost tranquil. Stayed in a hotel in Moabit, which apparently attracts turkish, arab, pole, russian dwellers. This probably explains the various ethnic restaurants, cafes and kebab houses. Colourful but still tranquil, as quiet as a city the size of Berlin can get.

East Berlin is another matter. Some special vibe there. You feel the edginess. I almost envy the crowd. Went to an indie club called Rosie's - rough, punk band, bratwurst in the yard, pils, enjoyed it. Reminds me of Denel, there used to be a club like that in Rousse, at some point I almost lived there.

That time of the year. I'm off to Berlin. I have about an hour/hour and a half to finish my presentation for the I*PROMS governing council, update my wifi, update all sources I need on my laptop, charge the batteries.

Then comes Bristol, EasyJet, Berlin. Later verify if it is true that Berlin is the party capital of Europe.

Hope there will be some nice pics.

It's official. I'm back. After a very unevenful trip, so uneventful, that I want to boast about it, I'm back in Cardiff. Had a coffee, met a few friends, hugged my pillow and now back to work.

But that is boring. Due to unfortunate circumstances, (late evening coaches arriving in Sofia from Rousse, a 5am flight, all my Sofia mates somewhere else at the time) I had to spend about six hours on Sofia Airport. My only entertainment was moon gazing. All the cafes were closed. The only caffeine and paper source was half a mile up the road in a garage. I was too tired to sleep. So a very dull and boring and uneventful journey back.

I didn't think travelling can wear me down that much - I slept for whole eight hours. I'm surprised I can still do it. Well everything is fine, for a first time in many years I reached the destination without any problems. Usually things happen, delayed flights, asking to push the plane for take-off, cause the plane engine won't start and the captain wants to fly, having a bus crash, that sort of thing.

This time, surprisingly everything went soothly. Got the train to Reading, then to Gatwick. Managed not o miss my connection. Got to the plane in time. Landed. Early!. Got bored on Sofia coach station - which is the best bus station I've been to - better than Victoria many times. I had to spend a few hours waiting for the coach, but my boredom quickly got under the table, guided there by the beer they served at half past five in the caf at a station and fthe funny filter in my phone's camera. I'll flickr them soon, keep waiting.