To the airport

The world's best taxi driver picked me up at 6am. He remembered me from my trip up north in 2014 to meet my brother John for the first time.

Then border security kept my bag and searched it coz... I had tubes of gauche paint. I thought they had a problem with the paint brushes, but it was the paint. It was watercolour based paint, apparently oil based paint is more potentially dangerous.

But all good!

Here I am waiting at my gate for a 4 hour flight in a middle seat..... sigh. Might take a kwells and zonk out.