Author: blakk

This morning it was foggy. It’s not even officially Autumn yet. In the fog I found the missing shopping centre and the backerei therein. Here in Munich, at least, they do a great line in ham and cheese rolls. The bread is better than at home, and I’ve lived on them for two days now. While waiting for 6am to arrive I realised that BMW is here. At 9am I called them, and was told that all today’s tours were booked out, but they kept 30 places each morning. I decided to try to be one of the chosen 30 if I could, and arrived at the BMW factory at Olympic Zentrum just after 10am. (more…)

I got up at 6am this morning. Easy when your body thinks it’s 2pm. Still dark. Off to the Deutsches Museum, after a few hours spent on emails and looking for a shopping centre the BnB host directed me to that I never found. It has stopped raining! (more…)

I had an empty seat next to me going to Dubai and again to Munich, both in an Airbus 380. Great! (more…)

While going through Immigration at Melbourne Airport, my phone rang, and because you are may not use a phone there, I hung up. The number was in South Australia. Later, in the Qantas lounge (using my one free pass) I tried calling back, thinking it might be my cousin, Ian Black, who lives in SA. It rang out. He called me back while I was talking to my wife. I called him back, it rang out. Finally I tried again an hour later, and he answered. Lynden, a farmer from north of Adelaide. Apparently my iphone called him while I was checking in. Bizarre. Turns out he has cycled around Australia, the length of Britain, in France and Spain, climbed Mt Kilimanjaro, and was considering a Paris to Moscow ride. All in the quiet times between sowing wheat in May and harvesting the crop at the end of the year. I should have been a farmer.