it’s a small world afterall
12/06/2007
When I was nine my parents brought us on a family vacation to Europe. It was a pretty big deal in those days, taking a plane and all, and I was told I was very lucky to be able to have taken a plane at the grand old age of nine. Honestly I don’t think I had any idea or gave two hoots about what was going on. All I had to do was tag along and we didn’t have to go home for a whole month! How neat was that?
No one really mentioned how the flight was going to take the life out of us – it was a 27-hour rickety Pakistan Airlines flight with stops in Colombo, Karachi and I-forget-where-else. When we got to Heathrow, we were tired, completely sick of curry and in desperate need of a shower. But as I got off the plane, it seemed as if we landed in another world. It was cool – well, cold, people (including my cousins) spoke like people did on TV, everything seemed to be covered in some kind of haze, and it smelled like bread.
Now flights don’t take 27 hours with multiple stops anymore. Now the planes are new and don’t smell of curry (just jet fuel). I try to feel like I landed in another world each time I land, but the more I visit someplace the less it feels that way. And it doesn’t smell of bread anywhere.
But I can appreciate a good vacation. I just need to psyche myself up for a long one.
2 in a row
12/06/2007
We caught a couple of movies in the last two days. The joys of living next to the cinema.
First up – Ocean’s Thirteen: better than Twelve, but I liked Eleven better. The whole caper flick thing is a little overdone.
Seconds – Pirates 3 At Worlds’ End: lots of fun. Am a little bummed that Chow Yun Fatt’s role was a little miserable and in my view trivial, but the movie on the whole was exactly what movies should be – entertaining.
I’d suggest watching to the very end of the credits for special extra scenes for both movies, although you’d probably do better not believing any of those special scene tidbits I dish. 
