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By Asmodeane in Posts, Travel

At least the flight weather looks good.

At least the flight weather looks good.

And once again this blog finds me at the airport. On a perfectly banal trip, to a holiday hell-hole. I could have whipped out my iPad with its handy keyboard cover on my trip to Cuba, five months ago, or on my trip to India in August 2012, but no. I have to make a post about a painfully mundane trip to bloody Rodos. Or, more precisely, a holiday town of Ialyssos. Who knows what kind of hell will I be subjecting myself to… Will there be drunk (insert nationality here)? Is it going to be dull as hell? Stay tuned.

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I was supposed to spend my summer vacation circumnavigating the north Baltic sea, but the project proved to be a little too challenging when it came to crewing schedules and general timetables. Girly only had two weeks, and another crew member (looking at you, Bonus) bailed at practically the last moment, so instead of juggling probabilities and narrow weather windows I opted for a more relaxed approach, threw in the towel and booked a “burning” flight to Rodos, where Bonus already eloped a week before me. I will hunt the treacherous bastard down and kill him. I think this is the first time I ever go south on a holiday trip with someone other than my parents or girlfriend. About time, I think, at 33…

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Anyway, this upcoming flight (AY1709, boarding in an hour) is giving me the creeps, so will now self medicate and listen to calming music. I really don’t feel like rocketing into the wide blue yonder. Maybe I’ll feel like it after a couple of whiskeys but I doubt it. Looks like I’m stuck with this aerophobic bullshit for life…

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