Thats right.. Flying tomorrow (Sat 20th) to the Troubled Lands..
Jordan, Syria & Palestine are my distination for the next 3 weeks.
Which means I will have limited access to the net.
For all those I have an open game with, please be patient. Will try to make the odd move from now and then. For those I Forum with, bet you are glad I'll be away for a while.
Salam.
Originally posted by PeachyWork or pleasure?
Thats right.. Flying tomorrow (Sat 20th) to the Troubled Lands..
Jordan, Syria & Palestine are my distination for the next 3 weeks.
Which means I will have limited access to the net.
For all those I have an open game with, please be patient. Will try to make the odd move from now and then. For those I Forum with, bet you are glad I'll be away for a while.
Salam.
Originally posted by PeachyI heard that access to Jordan was'nt that limited....
Thats right.. Flying tomorrow (Sat 20th) to the Troubled Lands..
Jordan, Syria & Palestine are my distination for the next 3 weeks.
Which means I will have limited access to the net.
For all those I have an open game with, please be patient. Will try to make the odd move from now and then. For those I Forum with, bet you are glad I'll be away for a while.
Salam.
Originally posted by PeachyShould you have the fortune to stumble upon the roof of Petra's gate hostel in East Jerusalem....don't eat the salads.
Thats right.. Flying tomorrow (Sat 20th) to the Troubled Lands..
Jordan, Syria & Palestine are my distination for the next 3 weeks.
Which means I will have limited access to the net.
For all those I have an open game with, please be patient. Will try to make the odd move from now and then. For those I Forum with, bet you are glad I'll be away for a while.
Salam.
I know the cook pisses on them (He's Canadian...)
Captain's Log;
After 3 hours delay and 17 cigarette butts crushed into the family sized ashtray at the Mancunian Airport, the screen finally announced that Fokker100 *giggles shyly like a 10 year old* is ready to be boarded via Gate 300.
The plane headed East and landed an hour later at Schiphol Airport in good old Holland. Due to the delays, my connection was missed, but another was lined up... good.. but at a completely random gate.
The airport was packed with all sorts of lost souls, longing to hit the skies for one final time. Me being me, I turn for no directions for help, no signs to follow, no monitors to decipher. But I managed to charm one of the stunning airport workers, held her by the arm, and managed to convince her to lead me to my connection, heading to Amman.
If you want to get something done, get someone else to do it for you.
I felt like a Sheik being led to his flying camel. I was escorted right to the plane's doors but as I was stepping inside, I heard the echoy call in the airport speakers calling for my name - as apparently I was delaying the flight!
5 long hours sat next to the fattest man on Earth, or at that time, the fattest man in Heavens, till I reached my distination. The fat bastard stole my seat belt twice, as he was setting on his. I had to unstrap it while he was asleep, fearing he might have me with his coffee if I asked him back for my seat belt.
Amman, Jordan. 4am in the morning and the temperature is no less than 23degrees. This morning, the temperature has risen to 38degrees.
HEAVEN..!!!!
.....to be continued.