Woke up at 6:30 suffering from airport grunge and not feeling that well again. I went to the supermarket at the lower level and bought a roll, orange juice and milk. At 09:30 the line up for the 12:15 flight to New York began. There were 7 non-revenue passengers and only two spots so it was on the next flight and bathed in stress and tension. I walked on board. I wonder what it would be like to travel on a regularly scheduled airline as opposed to a charter company. But for a $25 round trip I can suffer! 8 hours later in New York’s Kennedy Airport where I split a taxi with a couple to Port Authority so we could catch buses. So on the midnight bus for an 8 hour trip to Montreal. I sat with a nice Swedish girl travelling in North America. I asked her to come pay a visit when she settles in. I find Montreal very strange upon returning. Strange architecture to name a few things. I have been living so long away from it I feel almost like a tourist seeing it for the first time. Good to be home to a 14-hour sleep. 1975 I think will see me in Eastern Europe. Cold showers, greasy goulash and goodness knows what else.
(Photo Aldo Bindini)