My ears were already badly aching from descending hundreds of feet, until finally we knocked on the Earth's front door. Walking down rusted brass stairs reared, at the back of the aeroplane "farewell for now" I whispered inside my noddle. Though I was really here at last, the thought took me a few minutes to fully acknowledge my achievement; I had just been on my first fly across the skies. Oddly I started to tingle, and kept looking behind me, left to right every few seconds for a couple of minutes. The feeling is hard to explain if you haven't ever experienced it. All I can say is that it's like a swarm of killer bees are trying be very irritable, then sting you right middle, centre in the back of the neck. . That seemed to work very well anyway. .
Close enough to another later, we checked in to the hotel and signed the entire lark that comes with the "good" holiday packages. Then again what was I complaining about, my mini adventure was only starting, at least that's what I thought. Several minutes later, I cooled off in the room. Earlier I instantly assumed that the heat draining life from everybody was the Boeing 757's energy dispersion. Blatantly, some group of brain cells told me otherwise. When in my comforting position of laying half a sleep, I decided to go back and think about what I saw, heard and felt a short time before in the form of a relaxing, yet fulfilling dream to test my sub conscious state.
What stuck out most in my minds eye, or most probably all that I could remember of my dream, was that when I slowly turned my body ever so cautiously towards the planes soaring hot engines and looked upon a bedazzling light, it was the sun in a cloudless sky. To my own amazement, unlike the soggy climate of bonny old Scotland, Corfu's heat seemed infinite all day, everyday, scorching all in the suns path. When a thick darkness flooded all places in sight of reach, and nighttime fell over Greece's island of paradise, temperatures resisted to drop.
