narita tokyo
fatigue is setting in... its stuffy in Narita airport, Tokyo. strange, for some reason there are a lot of japanese people around here.
3 hours to go before boarding the qantas flight back home. my stomachs getting annoyed with me, telling me to get some proper sleep otherwise it'll stop working and and threatening to keep me in the ole bathroom no doubt (don't read that). i wouldnt mind the peace and quiet. anyway, i dont listen to it and instead spend my remaining 10 yen on a crab croissant and some internet time.
i had a nice weekend in NYC. jazz on saturday night, walking and taking in the city on sunday. spent some time with daisy and audrey, and took little 2nd cous Nicholas to the park. felt like a surrogate dad and amused myself with idle chitchat to other 'real' parents; 'oh the weather's a bit chilly...', 'yes, but it's nice when the sun comes out.' how wonderful.
back a few days and i was in washington. i really did not spend enough time there, but i did enjoy it. one week on the riz khan team and i was just working out where to tread, how to say what, and when. good experience nonetheless. i did go for an impromtu interview on friday at al-Arabiya news channel. they broadcast only in arabic. i thought it was a horrible interview, primarily because of my lack of arabic speaking skills, and it didnt take long to convince Sara to agree with me. but it was a good experience. i do not like interviews, but who does? however, i like to see each one as being a work in progress, and ill improve the next time. wise words.
Spent some time visiting the city after work with Sara. this was good for the authorities however, cos we halved the surveillance costs by being in the same place. me, a suspected Ghaddafi conspirator (yea, im sure he's still at it), and Sara being the little hijabi renegade she is. we tried to blend into society and fit within that great iron cage but we stood out apparently and the police not so stealthily parked on the grass directly behind us pointing some sound tech stuff at us. so we moved 50 yards along and stuck it to them. that'll teach em.
not to worry, i made it out of the country after a brief bomb inspection at customs.
oh my god. more japanese. they just keep coming out of the woodwork. and i keep forgotting the greeting here. origato mr robato, sayonara... no probs. ahh. konichiya. but its too late for formalities. im tired.
3 hours to go before boarding the qantas flight back home. my stomachs getting annoyed with me, telling me to get some proper sleep otherwise it'll stop working and and threatening to keep me in the ole bathroom no doubt (don't read that). i wouldnt mind the peace and quiet. anyway, i dont listen to it and instead spend my remaining 10 yen on a crab croissant and some internet time.
i had a nice weekend in NYC. jazz on saturday night, walking and taking in the city on sunday. spent some time with daisy and audrey, and took little 2nd cous Nicholas to the park. felt like a surrogate dad and amused myself with idle chitchat to other 'real' parents; 'oh the weather's a bit chilly...', 'yes, but it's nice when the sun comes out.' how wonderful.
back a few days and i was in washington. i really did not spend enough time there, but i did enjoy it. one week on the riz khan team and i was just working out where to tread, how to say what, and when. good experience nonetheless. i did go for an impromtu interview on friday at al-Arabiya news channel. they broadcast only in arabic. i thought it was a horrible interview, primarily because of my lack of arabic speaking skills, and it didnt take long to convince Sara to agree with me. but it was a good experience. i do not like interviews, but who does? however, i like to see each one as being a work in progress, and ill improve the next time. wise words.
Spent some time visiting the city after work with Sara. this was good for the authorities however, cos we halved the surveillance costs by being in the same place. me, a suspected Ghaddafi conspirator (yea, im sure he's still at it), and Sara being the little hijabi renegade she is. we tried to blend into society and fit within that great iron cage but we stood out apparently and the police not so stealthily parked on the grass directly behind us pointing some sound tech stuff at us. so we moved 50 yards along and stuck it to them. that'll teach em.
not to worry, i made it out of the country after a brief bomb inspection at customs.
oh my god. more japanese. they just keep coming out of the woodwork. and i keep forgotting the greeting here. origato mr robato, sayonara... no probs. ahh. konichiya. but its too late for formalities. im tired.
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