Where am I? Wha? What continent is this? Are those my feet?

Anybody who thinks that travel with work is fun hasnt actually had to do it. I'm now in Barcelona. I'm here for ONE day... that's right ONE day. I left lovely cosy Seattle and flew (all bit in snug Club World seat) to London, where they left the plan 25m away from the gate for 30 minutes, because British regulations say pilots cant park the plane themselves.. a little man with a tractor has to do it for them. In this particular case the doozer with the tractor was absent... and thus we sat, staring at our gate for 30 minutes.

I then spent a mind numbing 2 hours at Heathrow Terminal 1 before getting on another BA flight to Barcelona. After boarding we were then told that due to continuing disputes with Gate Gourmet, there was no food, or bottled water for the 2 hour flight, but we were welcome to tea and coffee if we wanted some. I stewed.. all the way here. Testimony to the fact that the UK needs all the decent people removing from it.. given options of living wherever they like, and then having the whole place razed to the ground. Now I'm in Barclona for Monday (tomorrow) before departing Tuesday morning.

How utterly pointless. And I'm only here to do a 15 minute talk tomorrow night.. then I fly alllll the way back to Seattle again.



On the plus side my Hotel is lovely. I'm up on the 22nd floor with really stunning views over the city, I can see the cathedral really well, all looks lovely at night. I'll pop some photos up later.