On the way home..

Please, oh please let me have in-seat screen entertainment systems. I am never flying Lufthansa again! I'm at Berlin airport (Tegel) and am flying from Frankfurt to Singapore next, which is only 13 hours, but the most lonely 13 hours in the world without in-seat entertainment units. I know, as I flew here with none. I have my best work shirt on in a pointless attempt to get a free upgrade. Lame, I know, small chance of success, I know, but you HAVE to try. Wish me luck!

The experiment(s) went well, except the reactor went down for two of the days. Oops. I left my sample there in the hope that one of the instrument scientists will take pity on me and run it for me...

Plane food for the next day, but then I'll be back in Singapore with my nephew, the 32 degree C heat, and Singaporean food, which is generally very good and cheap. All this, plus hideous jet-lag. I forgot to mention that.

Pray to the god you don't believe in for:
1. flights to take off and land safely
2. in-seat screens, or better yet,
3. free upgrade to business class.(ha!)

Wannsee

The place I am staying in Berlin is actually in Wannsee, the place that they fist made official "the final solution", for those up on their Nazi history. But the place is really quite pretty and the instrument that I am using turns out to be much better than I had hoped. Furthermore, I now have the cryostat completely under my control and all He forms shall obey me and do my bidding. But enough about exchange gas.

Sausages, potatoes, and cabbage have indeed been the order most of the time, and I am greeted by a nice big plate of meat every morning. Which suits me just fine. Although I did start eating fruit as I got a bit worried about certain things.

I've mostly just been here working, except when I am sleeping or eating. I like the experience of lunchtime at the canteen with the instrument scientists and others from around the traps, its a nice experience. When I forgot to listen to the end of the word, as I so often do in Germany (they tend to go on a bit), I heard the word for potato with my pork and though - why not? Well, the end of the word was actually salad, and potato salad I am extremely picky about, and this was my worst kind. They heaped it on. My local contact, Zunbelts, saved me and gave me hist boiled potatoes. Very nice of him!

Better go, sample change!