21/07/2008
Monday - 14/2/08: an excerpt - David McGovern
One hour to London. We are
about to fly over Ireland. Just
looking at the map. Dublin and
Belfast were there and Shane
just in-between. I sort of
slept, more dozed on and
off. My eyes are buggin me
but thats only becuase
Prescott had pink eye I am
sure. Now for the part of
this trip I’ve been fearing
the most: the transfer. It’s
about 5:40 AM local. Shouldn’t
the sun be rising? Shouldnt’t we
be flying into a sunrise?
Text posted at 22:56