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Journey Back from Kazakhstan and Beers with Gimmer (2008-02-15)

Category: Diary. Posted: 2008-02-16 15:27:14 GMT. Updated: 2008-02-23 18:48:45 GMT.

Wanting to have breakfast, I woke up at 05:45, and had a quick shower. I finished packing my bag, and went down for breakfast. There was no butter, but the toasting machine seemed to work better, and I remembered to have a few pancakes. There was some top totty sitting on her own, but she was in the smoking area, so I didn't bother joining her. Rodney had told me that all the Kazakh totty liked older men - if only it had been safe to go out at nights, they could have had a bit of Dickson Love Train action! I had time to nip up to my room for a dump (still no bidet action), before I had to check-out. The room receipt was still there, so I got that cancelled before adding on the two beers that I'd drunk last night. The other totty on reception actually went to my room to check what I'd had. How untrusting!

The bloke I'd met yesterday arrived at about 06:55, and our transport arrived soon afterwards. They really must be paying very well out here, if the contractors can afford to pay for a hotel 365 days a year (they even keep their rooms when they go back to England for two weeks). The other two in the car had obviously been on the beer last night, because the car stank of alcohol. The queue at the airport wasn't very long, especially when we were told that we didn't have to queue at all if we only had hand-luggage. I got shown to a desk with some very efficient totty, and I quickly joined the security queue. The cabin crew in front of me each had to go through about three times before they didn't set off the metal detector - it was as if they'd never flown before.

There were three queues for passport control. Strangely two were long queues, and one was very short. I joined the short one, and, as soon as the bloke in front of me had finished, all the cabin crew jumped in front of me, and I had to wait for ages. Once the cabin crew had all got through, the passport bloke disappeared! Fortunately, he came back after a few minutes. He looked very confused, and it looked as if he wasn't going to let me leave. He took the immigration form, and gave me my passport back - so the did make use of the form that I'd filled in! He also took another picture for good measure.

We didn't have to wait around too long before the buses started taking us out to the airport. It was bloody cold standing at the bottom of the steps to the plane, waiting to be allowed to walk up them, and get into the warmth of the plane. I definitely don't want to travel to Kazakhstan between October and January. Still, maybe next time I come, the coffee shop might actually be open, and I can have a drink while I'm waiting. Talking about waiting, apparently delays of about 6 hours aren't uncommon, and luggage often gets lost at Amsterdam. Seems like my trip had been very lucky.

On the plane, I ended up sitting next to the bloke who got the lift from the hotel. I had a quick kip until breakfast. While eating breakfast, I noticed that there was a Jackie Chan film showing (Rush Hour 3), which seemed to have a lot of totty in it. I'll have to get it out on DVD soon. I also checked the names of the programme and film that I noticed on the way out (Just for Laughs and The Nanny Diaries), and noticed that one of the audio channels played Kylie songs for the whole journey. If only it was a video channel! After finishing breakfast, I brought my blog up-to-date, and then went back to sleep. To be continued when I wake up........

[Continued on the KLM flight to Heathrow]..... We arrived about ten minutes late, but with only 55 minutes to change flights, any delay might be a problem. After another flight 99% full of men, I was annoyed when I noticed some top totty walking off the plane in front of me. Why hadn't I noticed her during the flight? As it turned out, my KLM flight from Amsterdam to London was delayed by about an hour, so there was very little chance of me missing it. I walked past the transit desk, and went straight to the departure gate. There was nobody there, so I walked back to the transit desk, and got a boarding card. I then sat down, and turned my phones on. The Vodafone's bar on international calls was no longer set, despite me not changing any settings, and I was able to make calls from Holland. I'll be having words about this, don't you worry. I need the phone to work abroad in a few weeks' time, when my boss has booked one of his holidays at the same time that I've taken two days off to go to America.

I dawdled back to the departure gate, and stopped off to use the toilet on the way. Once I'd finished, I noticed that there was a toilet cleaner. From looking at the picture, it seemed that it just gave out a tissue, so I pulled the leaver, and toilet cleaner was squirted all over my hand! I looked again at the picture, and realised that I was supposed to use some toilet paper to squirt the toilet cleaner onto. McFly! I then walked back to the departure gate, past these strange doors that were just in the middle of the walkway, and we could just walk all the way around them. Very strange!

At the departure gate, people were already queuing. There wasn't anywhere to sit, so I thought I might as well join the queue. There was some teenage totty with OCD who had an alternative idea - she just walked up and down the travelator. The two gimmers in front of me didn't bother taking their coats off, or taking their liquids out of their bags, until they were at the front of the queue - time for another rant, I think! I got through security without a problem. Rather than joining the next queue, I just sat down, and looked around for some totty. I noticed a bloke getting patted down by a female security person. I've never seen this happen before - why couldn't it happen to me?

After this, there was a sexy Filipino woman with a fairly low-cut top, leaning forward to put her boots back on. I was almost tempted to move seats, so that I could see better, but couldn't be bothered. I did, however, end up joining the queue just behind her, and noticed that the "female" security person was, in-fact, a man! Unfortunately, two Dutch gimmers jumped in front of me in the queue, so I could chat to the Filipino totty. She sat down in first class, so there was no chance of me getting to chat to her. I found my seat, and noticed that there was some top totty just across the aisle from me. This seemed promising, so I was smiling when I put my hand-luggage in the overhead luggage compartment. Somehow, I had got confused, and when I looked across to perve, there was a pokey kid sitting there, and the totty was in the row behind. A bit later some sexy Indian totty sat on the row in front - I'll get a date with her later. To be continued.....

[Continued on Sunday morning.....] I ended up chatting to the totty while we were standing next to each other on the travelator. To be honest, my heart wasn't really in it, and when I found out that she was on her way to Leeds, I didn't really see the point in chatting to her any more. I didn't have to wait too long for a bus to take me out of the airport, but the first bus to come along the A4 that went to Slough was a First Beeline bus. The bus goes almost past my front door, so I considered getting off the bus at home, collecting my bike, and then cycling into work. In the end, I stayed on the bus, and went straight to work. I arrived at about quarter-past one. There was plenty of work that I needed to catch up with, and I eventually left work at about quarter-to-eight, and went into Slough to meet Gimmer. Deciding that my meal should be paid for on expenses, this evening's meal was on me. There were some Six-Nations posters up, and we discovered that there was an evening match next Saturday, and we were both free on Saturday. We arranged to meet in the pub at about half-seven for a bit of "egg chasing action".

Gimmer got a taxi home, and I walked to the bus station to get a bus back home. I'd forgotten how useless the Beeline buses are, because the last one leaves at about 10:45. I couldn't believe it - I'd paid £5 for a return, and wasn't even going to get to get to use the return portion. Having already paid for a return, I didn't want to pay again on the 81 service, so I walked home. On 2nd January, I'd noticed that the majority of the bus shelters on the A4 don't have no-smoking signs on them. Between then, and now, the bus company had put no smoking signs up on some of the shelters, but not all of them. I'm going to have to get around to complaining to the council about this.

Back at home, I didn't have much post, but I did have one Valentine's Card. It wasn't actually signed, but I assumed it was from Bird (cheekily based on the conversation I had with the nurse when I went to give blood a few weeks ago!). Having woken up at 00:45 GMT, I was surprised that I wasn't ready to go to sleep. I eventually went to bed at about 02:30.

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