Well, I lost my back pack. It might have been the copious amounts of French wine the flight crew and I shared - I think that I might have left it on the 777. Grams is not well pleased. But, she did say, "If that's the worst thing that happens, we're okay."
But, we're in Vienna! We're on the top floor of the Hilton Blue Danube (a misnomer since the Danube is actually brown). It's like being in the penthouse! They had mineral watter and fruit for us and a fresh flower in the loo.
Also, Marian and Emlyn arrived just a few minutes after us and we all met up in the baggage claim at the Vienna airport. Bronwyn sent along a Welsh shirt and cap for me. I think she's feeling guilty for not letting the child come along.
Ah, I feel and oom pah pah coming on.
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
(hewa ni hataraki: work for peace)