Travelling
Jun. 26th, 2013 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dormouse1953I'm in Munich at the moment, having a short holiday here and in Salzburg next week. I came by train yesterday.
I remember bumping into Chris Cooper at Heathrow airport on my way to the Japanese Worldcon back in 2007. (He was already ill at the time, and died less than a year later.) We decided to go and get a cup of coffee before our flight and I said I wasn't having anything to eat as my stomach was upset from nerves. He asked me if I was a nervous flyer and I replied that I'm a nervous traveller.
Actually, I love travelling, I just hate setting off on a journey. For a start, I'm always afraid I'll forget to pack something important. (And it happens. I turned up at an Eastercon once to discover I had no change of underpants.) I'm afraid I'm going to be too late for a connection at some point. (And that happens, too.) I was just like that yesterday, right up to when I got to the Eurostar terminal. I'd hardly been able to sleep the night before (and I had to be up by seven). I felt nauseous, I kept wanting to go to the toilet. Then I felt fine. And I had plenty of time to get my connections at Brussels and Frankfurt. Got to my hotel just after nine last night.
Not done much today. The weather has not been great, but I went for a walk in the Englischer Garten park. I'd like to know why someone was carrying a surfboard through the park. (Then again, there was a recent Mythbusters where they strapped a rocket to a surfboard.)
And I've just eaten at the Augustiner restaurant, which I remembered from last time I was here about seven years ago. It's very popular, and therefore very crowded, but the beer and food was good.
I remember bumping into Chris Cooper at Heathrow airport on my way to the Japanese Worldcon back in 2007. (He was already ill at the time, and died less than a year later.) We decided to go and get a cup of coffee before our flight and I said I wasn't having anything to eat as my stomach was upset from nerves. He asked me if I was a nervous flyer and I replied that I'm a nervous traveller.
Actually, I love travelling, I just hate setting off on a journey. For a start, I'm always afraid I'll forget to pack something important. (And it happens. I turned up at an Eastercon once to discover I had no change of underpants.) I'm afraid I'm going to be too late for a connection at some point. (And that happens, too.) I was just like that yesterday, right up to when I got to the Eurostar terminal. I'd hardly been able to sleep the night before (and I had to be up by seven). I felt nauseous, I kept wanting to go to the toilet. Then I felt fine. And I had plenty of time to get my connections at Brussels and Frankfurt. Got to my hotel just after nine last night.
Not done much today. The weather has not been great, but I went for a walk in the Englischer Garten park. I'd like to know why someone was carrying a surfboard through the park. (Then again, there was a recent Mythbusters where they strapped a rocket to a surfboard.)
And I've just eaten at the Augustiner restaurant, which I remembered from last time I was here about seven years ago. It's very popular, and therefore very crowded, but the beer and food was good.
