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BACK. Backbackbackbackback. I shall resist going mental now that I have access to an ftp client and webspace login details and merely post one extra picture.

(Well, two then but I'll stop at that or I'll be here until Friday. A selected selection of the possible 1,600-odd holidayimages will make it onto Flickr in the fullness of time.)
(The fullness of time apparently meaning yesterday. Here are the selected higlights.)

Let us all spare a moment's though for this poor gentleman. He's waiting in a crap and really expensive café in Stansted. He looks like he might be waiting a while for his connecting flight. His expensive food tasted pretty plain. He was bored and there was a branch of WHSmith nearby. He knew what would happen. He's done it three times before. Even a Stephen King book would have been better. Maybe it was because it was in the Sale rack. Whatever his reason, he's probably still there now, frowning grumpily at the book and his own stupidity.
Don't do it, kids...
Leave the Ben Elton books on the shelves.


It was mentioned somewhere by someone before we went on holiday that it would perhaps be nice if I took some normal pictures of things. Here, then, is some form of Dom in Munich with a nice tree in front of it. We might have been inside it but I can't remember. It might be called the Frauen Dom.

It must have been nice to have lived in the age of steam travel. Whilst travel can be tedious and irritating (qv our adventure with buses when the railway broke last Tuesday) it is definitely worth the day or part-day it takes up at the beginning and end of holidays. You get to see things from the air and can drink obscene amounts of coffee. You get to take pictures of trios of young gentlemen snoozing with their mouths agape. There is the niggling knowledge whilst sitting on an aeroplane that it's doing nastiness to the environment which is slightly less on a bus, even less on a train and barely noticeable on a ferry but it's not much worse than the niggling knowledge that this computer is doing much the same.
I'm generally more bothered about getting shots of things which can't be particularly easily replicated than things of which postcards can be purchased or which can be easily visited and photographed in the future. That cathedral thing has been there a couple of hundred years (unless it was bombed and replaced) and will be there a couple of hundred more (unless it has to be knocked down to build the new shuttleport extension in 2056) leaving plenty of time to fly back and take some pictures of it. Dozing youths, bins in train stations catching the light nicely, mothers smiling rather than scowling, moons appearing beside wingtips, sunsets appearing through gaps in clouds, train station employees grinning as they ride around on a little electric tricycle thing and aeroplanes' contrails curving at the last minute to avoid hitting a yellow building deserve to be captured because they're not there a minute earlier and might be gone a moment later. Although it seems that aeroplanes are starting to make a habit of avoiding yellow buildings.