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[LeWeb3] Technicoloured Flights and Hostels

What a craccking flight over from Edinburgh to Paris. I realise it’s not for everyone, but for me flying isn’t flying unless theres a bit of turbulence to make it feel right. I guess this comes from when I leared to fly a glider in my youth, so all those twitchy movements and corrections are something that intrinsicly go with flying. So climbing aboard the dinky-ish 50 seater Embraer commuter on Sunday morning (with a massive load of about 20 passengers…), waking acrosss a windy, rain lashed runway… that was flying. Fishtailing all the way up to ten thousand feet through the clouds just seemed right. And if other passengers just looked a bit green, well, they haven’t lived. Or something.

After meeting up with a bundle of LeWeb people on Sunday night, turns out I wasn’t the only one. Tom Rafferty seems to have a had a similar super twitchy ride, except he was on an Airbus from Ireland. Lucky, lucky…

nto the Hostel – the budget is pared right down on this trip, and I always figure that at these conferences, with such an early start (0830?) and late finish, the hotel room is nohing more than a clean bed in a warm place. And while 250 Euros a night may well do for those who want to be right across the street, take a ten minute walk and there’s a Hostel for 16 Euros a night. A slight difference. Guess where I am?

Yep, in the Hostel with the green and orange dooors, purple spiral stone staircase, blue walled rooms and an abundance of kitchen space to whip together my own evening meals (not that I’m here to actually use those kitchens). With a free underground breakfast bar built into an underground archway – straight out of the ‘modern dance’ section of a fiftes msical with Danny Kaye, I’m pretty happy with the choice.

December 11, 2006; Daily Links, Le Web / Les Blogs;

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