It seems like the only time I have to write anything recently is sitting at airports. It's -1 degree outside and sleeting, but it's boiling in here and I am sweating. I ate my Pret Lebanese Falafel sandwich which I must say was excellent, spoke to bwo and am going to buy the required candies to take home soon.
I left all my luggage in my new office here in London (well in Egham to be exact) and am travelling with only my backpack. It's a unique experience and quite disconcerting seeing as I have no luggage, no one as yet has looked at the boarding pass I printed. Hopefully they will do a better job at the gate. It has been a very busy week. I have been acting as a sort of wedding planner, arranging meals for visiting dignitaries, taxis, hotels, offices, projectors, sandwiches for the English squints and am looking forward to two days at home before I fly back to Heathrow.
The Tel Aviv flight is the last one to leave Terminal 1 at night and so while this place was packed when I arrived it has steadily been emptying out and there are more and more tired looking Israeli business men wandering around talking into cell phones. Next week I'm going to mix it up. A different hotel and a rental car (it better have a gps), although driving in this area is a little crazy.