SMOKING ON INTERNATIONAL FLIGHTS : LAST MINUTE AIRFARE TICKET.
Smoking On International Flights
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- Cure or preserve (meat or fish) by exposure to smoke
- emitting smoke in great volume; "a smoking fireplace"
- smoke: a hot vapor containing fine particles of carbon being produced by combustion; "the fire produced a tower of black smoke that could be seen for miles"
- Emit smoke or visible vapor
- Inhale and exhale the smoke of tobacco or a drug
- smoke: the act of smoking tobacco or other substances; "he went outside for a smoke"; "smoking stinks"
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I don't normally do this but it's been a heck of a 36 hours. If I had a blog I'd write this.
Deanna is away for the weekend so I've decided to take the camera out for a spin. There's a place called Grandview Campground, it doesn't look that far and it's reported to be the darkest place in California. How could I resist?
Arise at 6am, play with the dog and do errands, pack the Jeep and leave the house at 9:30.
The packing is easy, just some camping stuff and some camera stuff.
The camping stuff is just a tent, a bed roll, a sleeping bag, food and lots of water (there is none at the site), a stove, and change of underwear and a toothbrush. Nothing more. I'm traveling light.
The camera is a bit more complicated. I have the D300 body, 4 lenses of various magnificence, 3 shutter release cables (wired, wireless and programmable), flash, gels, 2 tripods, various masks, a bag of pyrotechnics, a bag of lights (gadgets plus 5 flash flights), various spinning ropes, sticks, and "things", 3 camera batteries + car charger, lots and lots of AA and AAA batteries, masking tape, duct tape, electrical tape, a power drill, and assorted other needed stuff. I actually spent last night fastening 3 cold-cathode lights to a spinning thing in the hope that it will look like a Captain America shield in the dark. I've angled the lights back from the handle to create the shield look. I'm going to have to remember to be careful, it spins REALLY close to my head. The power drill is for spinning some of the stuff really fast. The duct tape is because you should never leave home with it. In fact, when I'm king of the world (coming soon people), I'll make it a capital offense to engage in wild adventures and not be carrying more than half your body weight in duct tape.
The drive is a nightmare. I was wrong about it being close. It's 9 1/2 hours away.
I arrive tired, sore and feel slightly let down by the campsite. It looks like nothing much. I can't see the views they're on about, and there's not a soul around. I'm the only camper this weekend. Screw it says I, engaging the 4WD and heading for the top of the nearest mountain. Off-roading is fun.
It seems that some nice ranger figured the top of the hill to be the perfect grand view, and has kindly provided a picnic table. Sod the camping rules, I'm pitching here tonight.
I've not seen a car or a person since I pulled out of Big Pine 20 miles back. I think this might be the most alone I've ever been. My watch tells me it's a 115F and 8400ft above the sea. It's not exactly 'In To The Wild', but it's the closest I've ever come.
I sit on a rock, drinking wine and watch the sun go down.
Out of nowhere a French couple appear on the rock next to me. I'd like to tell you we advanced the course of international relations by breaking bread, but when you put this much effort in to it, sunset is a solo affair.
I wander around looking for good views and drop GloSticks to mark the spots for after the sun finally goes down. Sunsets are funny things. When you're trapped indoors, or belting down a freeway, they can be magnificent, point a camera at them and they mostly just don't try. This one didn't even bother to try not bothering. It just got dark. Still, that's a good thing; it's the dark I'm here for. The French have gone as mysteriously as they arrived and I'm alone again. Just me and all of nature's things that would like to kill me. So I put the Arctic Monkeys on as loud as I can to scare away the timid, and open some wine. Dinner is served shortly and I realize I'm drunk. This is not good. This is in fact very bad. I'm here to stay awake all night and to prat about with lights.
I try really really hard to sober up and to the surprise of everyone watching, it works. The sun is now down: I can't play with all the fireworks and flame stuff I packed because I don't want to be responsible for burning down the ancient Bristlecone forest, so that leaves all the flash lights, funky gear and of course, the shield. It hits me on the head so hard that one of the cathodes smashes. I'm now in pain but definitely bruised into sobriety.
I play for several hours and finally tire. I program the camera to take pictures while I sleep and hit the sack. Nothing is going to stop me sleeping
It's midnight. Sweet dreams.
It's 1am and I'm awake.
It's 2am and I'm awake.
It's 3am and I'm awake.
It's 4am and really freaking tired and I'm awake. For some reason, I think I should be sleeping but every hour, there I am just wishing. I decide to call it quits and come home. By 4:30 all the gear is in the Jeep and I'm heading for Yosemite.
At five my watch beeps to let me know the hour has changed. Stupid. Stupid Stupid. In my stupor I must have knocked my watch in to beeping on the hour. Well that's that mystery solved. (I’m really annoyed about this.) Still, there's something magical to being the only one on the road, racing against snow capped mountains as the rising sun paints them fiery orange, Mozar
From México City International Airport
Ok, we're rolling!
In about two hours my plane takes off. I was testing the wifi connection from the iBook.
And the same problem I always have on international flights: "Do I have all my papers with me?" popping in my head every five minutes (sometimes less than five minutes).
I have to find a drugstore, the heartburn is killing me!!! (and the coffee is not helping).
smoking on international flights
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