A few people combined to make the trip an interesting one.
- The elderly, um, gentleman, who decided peeing with the door open was appropriate behaviour on a six hour bus ride. No one needs that sound ringing round their head all the way to Osaka.
- The immaculately dressed and made up women on my flight. They in no way made me feel smelly and unkempt. No way, nuh uh. Although they did help me to notice that my 6 year old hoodie now has a bicycle oil stain from where it got caught in my wheels. Perhaps I will track down a clean top for the return journey. I draw the line at make up.
- The staff McDonald's in Dubai airport who seemed bewildered by my travel weary state. I wasn't drunk or high, I promise, I was just reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllyyyyyyy tired. And yes, I'm aware that I should probably have taken the opportunity to find something authentic from the area, but after 10 hours of flying and 8 hours left to go, I didn't have the imagination. Also, did you know that the bread in Dubai's cheeseburgers is a little different to the Japanese version. No? Well, then, you learned something new today. Hoorah for that!
- The passport control officer at Heathrow airport who, unlike her rather friendly co-workers at all the other stations, seeemed determined not to smile. In fact, she looked at my passport (with a picture of my old haircut) and frowned at my new haircut. I would just like to point out to you, random passport control lady if, by some absurd trick of the stars,you are reading this, my hair looks much better when it's clean and has met a hairbrush in the recent past. There's really no need to frown at it. Seriously, do you know what two buses, two planes and a train can do for your hair? Nothing good.
- Imaginary Dorothy, a friend of my Mum's who I've never met, hence the name. She inspired the most recent Mumism yesterday. When I told Mum that I thought Dorothy was imaginary, she "She's not imaginary, she's very nice."