||[Apr. 17th, 2010|12:57 pm]
So, I did not really want to come to this Future Internet conference anyway but, you know, there are those things that you've just got to do as part of your job. This ash cloud thing has proved a problem really. There's no shortage of ingenuous plans for getting home but, alas, there's always a critical flaw. The sleeper trains are booked up for days. There's whacky train routes via Barcelona, Toulouse, Perpignan, the moon and so on... all of which are rather spoiled by the French industrial action (which I fully support and the concept of a strong labour union marks france as a civilised nation, but really... could they kind of just settle the dispute today please?). At the moment we're trying to find enough English people to want to go on a bus... yes, a bus from Valencia to London. The problem is that several people want to stop in Brussels which is less than convenient.
I have a flight for tomorrow evening (my original flight was Friday evening) but there seems little chance of Iceland getting its house in order by then. Honestly, Iceland, you don't see Greenland causing this trouble do you? Who knows... it may be time to start learning Spanish.
I would be concentrating on hard sums or being a tourist but it's damned hard to concentrate when there are a dozen foreign language web sites any of which might just think about selling you a train ticket to get home. Current best guess is that my journey home will take around 36 hours if the plane is cancelled. So far, I've checked out of my hotel and checked back in one floor lower. 2 meters in 24 hours. Every journey begins with a step.