Where is the hotel?

leg room

the other day i went to bed in luxembourg. i woke up in brussels,  as we are getting off the bus to check in for a flight i find out that someone realizes they left their passport in dusseldorf.  we were in d-dorf 4 days earlier. pretty pretty pretty shitty that the hotel didn't call me or email me (they had both) to tell me that one of my charges had left their passport.  so...

somehow i get the dude on his plane with his driver's license. which, to be quite honest, i was v surprised to find out that he even owned since none in the band own a car as they live in toronto, which apparently you do not need a car to live in.  i know i know that's a paradox because you need a car to get of toronto as you can't actually live there.  but he had one.  so i got him on the plane....made arrangements for the hotel to fed ex the passport to vilagarcia de arousa, espana, our destination. crisis averted.   90 minutes later, right before the flight takes off the crisis is back.  turns out that fed ex does not operate on saturday and sunday in spain or portugal... because some people hate convenience apparently.   

upon landing in portugal i made some calls to a travel agent.  she made some calls while we were driving north to this town in spain. whatever... this is bullshit.  long story short, this is how i spent my friday:

7:00 am wake up
10:00 am depart brussels
12:40 pm arrive porto
5:35 pm depart vigo, spain
6:40 pm arrive madrid, spain
7:35 pm depart madrid
10:05 pm arrive dusseldorf, germany
11:00 pm arrive NH hotel dusseldorf, pick up passport (give hotel the finger)
5:45 am wake up at NH hotel dusseldorf, saturday
7:50 am depart d-dorf
10:25 am arrive madrid
12:45 pm depart madrid
1:55 arrive porto
2:55 pm meet band, arriving by car from spain
4:20 pm depart porto
6:35 pm arrive london

6 cities, 6 flights in 36 hours.
 

feels like flying

i can't sleep. it's 8:14 am in istanbul and i am wide awake.  i was asleep a couple hours ago for probably 45 minutes. i'd fallen asleep to the sweet sounds of cliff lee and the cleveland indians beating the yankees.  and then what i am assuming was the muslim call to prayer went off at like 5 AM.  that woke me up.  this does not bode well for my day of sightseeing tomorrow.  i am quite sure that that will not happen now.  so much pressure to do so much in so little time on these tours to exotic places. 

hung out in the new terminal 5 at heathrow today for a good few hours.  i liked it.  it is the polar opposite of everything heathrow. no lines, lots of light. and the business class lounge is loaded with free food.

it might be getting time for a career change seeing that i really would just rather be in LA.

at least during baseball season.

i don't care if it rains or freezes

whoops.  it's may.  i am about to go to turkey.  my flight leaves in 30 mins.

there's nothing worse than a man with a 8 year old dell laptop yelling "the king is dead" as the cavs lose GAME ONE! of the series against the celtics.  i am not even worried.  but FUCK massholes.  they are everywhere and they are just as lame in the admiral's club LAX as they are on the street behind fenway.

see you in turkey.