4AM. Gnnaaeee. What is that sound? Gnaaeee. Jetlag. It is that combination of dehydration, compressed eyes and throbbing head. Gnaaeee. There is no escape, even CNN or Discovery Channel can’t hold my attention. 4:02 AM. 4:02:09 AM. Gnnaaeee. Perhaps a chocolate bar or a tin of peanuts will help. No. Great, now I feel sick. Continue reading Beam me up, Starbucks!
My frequent travel status by air is seriously into precious metals but trains are my 1st choice anytime. So when I go to Paris, I take the TGV, which stands for Train Grand Speed and don’t ask about the V. Geneva-Paris, 3 hours. That’s exactly the same time and cost as by plane except you don’t get strip searched for liquids and nor do you have to run the security obstacle course. Continue reading Paris-Tokyo by train, ありがとう