
Now I'm finally here in Austria, typing this blog entry on a dead slow PC, on a keyboard with that awful German layout... brr... z and y swapped, colon, semicolon and other punctuation marks in strange places...
Here a few comments I wrote on my laptop while coming here:
Phew! Now I'm sitting in the coach on the motorway to Manchester. Almost missed it!! The alarm must not have gone off because instead of the intended half five I woke up at half six and literally jumped out of the bed into my trousers and legged it in order to still reach the coach. But now everything's ding-dang-do for me and I can sit back and relax and by the evening I'll be in Wuersterreich. Finally! My mum's home-cooking! My dad's car! And cheap entertainment on the telly - in German! Austria, I'm coming!! Lol
I'm at Manchester Airport now. Somehow I really like the atmosphere of airports: it reminds you that life holds promises and that there are dozens of doors to your destiny. When you walk through one door, you'll be in Turkey soon; walk through another door and you'll find yourself in China and yet another door might lead to Mexico. The whole thing doesn't sound so magical anymore when you take into account that you have to pay for it, of course, but still...
Guess who I just bumped into at Manchester Airport: Kanako, telling me that she was going to visit her cousin in Germany. She seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry so we couldn't talk a lot but still, wow! The world is a small place! Or should I say North-West England? lol

