Wie geht's?
Jacky and I are currently in Dubai at the start of our month-long vacation.
Being in a plane from Auckland to Dubai for 17 hours has its moments and repercussions.
As timing would have it, during those 17 hours, we were able to watch the England vs France quarter final live while flying at 35,000 feet in an Emirates A380.
What a world we live in!
Pity that Tottenham Hotspurs' Harry Kane lost out to Tottenham Hotspurs' Hugo Lloris and therefore football won't be coming home, again, still.
Disrupted sleeping patterns are one repercussion of 17 hours in a plane.
During the flight, we did manage about 6 hours sleep thanks to a sleeping pill, but it's not a very rewarding sleep.
So, at 2.00am on our first Dubai morning we were up watching the final episode of 1899 thanks to Netflix, my computer, and an HDMI cable to our hotel's TV.
Warning - a semi-spoiler is in the next paragraph.
It's been an intriguing 8 episodes but I have to say the final ending really disappointed me. The last episode (The Key) was heading towards a fantastic cathartic ending but then it abruptly deviated into The Matrix territory.
I was left ruing a lost opportunity for the female lead to redeem herself and her prior actions (paradoxically preserving her son's youthful status quo reality via a fake simulation).
Although I ultimately think there is a lost opportunity there, the whole series is mind-bending, mind-blowing and visually stunning. I didn't even mind the dubbing for some characters - even that fitted with the whole reality/fantasy schtick.
So, I recommend you have a go. But maybe not at 2.00 am after a 17 hour flight.
Love and peace - Wozza
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