Sunday, March 30, 2008

Day 1, Manchester Airport (GMT)


Just boarded a large plain sporting a bulbous nose. The air-conditioning is blowing a monotonous low hum but not seeming to take effect on the stuffy warm environment. I can smell food, the kitchen's spitting distance and its making me hungry. The small screen mounted to the back of the seat in fron is playing a rolling shot of assorted scenery looping over. And over.