so the other night [thursday, i think, although it's not really important], i had a very weird dream about traveling for work. it started off that i was supposed to go with a coworker to bonn, germany.
|i mean, it looks pretty, but i never thought about it|
of course, it wasn't very successful, because in the dream, although we appeared to make it, we ended up somehow just having to go right back again because we'd missed the correct flight and arrived too late to bother going to our meetings. in my dreams, the airport in bonn is a lot like all the other airports i've visited, which goes to show that i'm not that imaginative, even when my subconscious has free reign.
|yup, it's an airport|
on the way to santiago, our plane runs into some minor trouble because there is smoke and ash in the air, coming from a newly active volcano on the northern tip of antarctica, close to argentina. now, upon waking and trying to explain this all very hurriedly to dom, i realised a couple of things:
1. the tip of south america is actually chilean territory and not argentinian.
2. flying to santiago chile from bonn germany by way of the southern extremity of south america is really inefficient.
3. antarctica is not known for its volcanoes.
|smoke on the water|
|paulet island, a lava-spewing deathtrap in disguise|
please let me know if you think this reads like a reasonable excuse for taking a nap under my desk at work.
also, feel free to share any strange dreams, especially instructive ones, that you've had.
oh, and santiago was really nice once i got there, a strange hybrid of old and new, rich and poor with mountains in the distance, which is apparently a pretty accurate description of the city, not that i knew that before.
|i should come here more often|
in the meantime, always remember that you know more than you think you do and that wherever you travel, there's probably a volcano waiting to kill you.