i made it to paris, but my bag got lost somewhere between london and paris. they say it'll be delivered where i'm staying withing 24 hrs. here's hoping. i kinda didn't care or make a fuss at the airport cos hey what difference is it gonna make and also cos i was so exhausted. it was a 30 hr trip. from sydney to bangkok then to heathrow, i sat next to this anxious brittish guy who kept moving and putting his elbows all over my space. he kept bumping my light on or turning the volume up on my tv or just shaking his leg, elvis style. man!
my carryon's big and i've got some spare clothes so i'm only gonna get pissed if it holds up my trip south.
it's just gone 4pm local time. i was gonna go out and explore lolita's neighbourhood but a lightening storm just started up, so i'm having a cuppa and chillaxing for a bit instead.
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