Happy Landings

Freedom! It was so nice not to finally not be on a plane!

But there was more to it, I wasn't just free form the plane, it was the fascinating feeling of being alive and having no plans of any kind for your future. I was free ... I was not a number ... I had escaped the rage of the machine! So obviously I need a place to stay tonight ...

NO!

I had only just escaped moments ago and already the race of rats had caught up with me, I was already making new plans. I guess the man really knows his stuff if I was to truly escape him I would need some further though and a lot more cunning.

By a stoke of luck the people ahead of me in the immigration queue where both young and female, this meant I could talk to them, they looked organized and I can't imagine a woman being silly enough to fly to a foreign country and not organise a place to stay.

"We are going to work in a genetics lab but we can not talk about it here as we won't be allowed in the country if one of the immigration people overhear"

This was one of the most intriguing things anyone had ever whispered to me ... but with all the subtly of a child who really wanted to go to the toilet I would have to wait. Anyway for reasons I don't really understand they agreed to share a taxi with me into town so I could stay at their hostel. I was a complete stranger and they where trusting me, basically at that point the only conversation we shared was them telling me they can't talk about what they where going to do me being rude to them in joke form. Women ... ???

Once clear of the airport I was free to interrogate them about their secret genetics lab, they where still not being very forth coming, but they seemed to know enough about genes to not be completely making it up.

When we got to the hostel I decided it was best to stay in another room, so I didn't get captured and used as some genetic guinea pig.