February 5th, 2003

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I'm shattered. I am sooooo tired.

Two days of meetings has really taken it out of me, when combined with the after-effects of actually getting here. Thankfully we now have only one short meeting this morning, and after that we are free... free! Free! Er, sorry. Well, I am planning to have lunch with some of my colleagues in this office and then, I think, a little light shopping.

And then I get to board a plane and sit there for another 11 hours or so. Goodie.

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On the plane again.

The onboard entertainment system looks terribly as though it is running some form of IE, for its sins. It's certainly crashing often enough; it's one of those seat-back systems which streams video, music, games, whatever, for you personally rather than on a per-plane basis. But it's on its second crash already and we only just finished dinner.

A little light shopping, did I say? Well, I managed to shop, thougb since I bought both wine and port to bring back, 'light' may not have been the word I was really looking for. I found many odds and sods to bring back, but not much in the clothing line, which is where I usually do well on the SA exchange rate. The shopping centre I spent the afternoon at (Century City) did have one specialist larger-clothing shop, and one or two other concessions or areas within larger shops, but none of them had anything much I liked. There seems to be a lot of fashion involving faded denim dresses or skirts in SA just now, which is so not me.

Speaking of fashion, funniest thing I've seen yet; well-known local Internet tycoon as male model. Oh, come on. I suppose he's good-looking enough but I don't really see him as the kaftan type.

I will, shortly, make an attempt to sleep. I've taken advantage of the alcohol with dinner, and maybe it'll work better than it did on the way out, since I'm more tired than I was then. I've managed to acquire an aisle seat, so that'll be nice.

We land tomorrow at about 0645 or some other hour of the oh-god, and then I get to stagger out through Customs and drive home, through morning traffic on the M25. Have a shower (and possibly a couple of hours' sleep in my own bed) and then stagger into the office to face the to-do list from hell.

I did consider finding an Internet cafe this afternoon, holing up there and doing something that could be classed as 'useful' but frankly I think I've done enough useful stuff over the last couple of days.