UK 2.0: Flight: Prague - Bristol

The final daylight hours on 27 Nov were to be spent flying. As the baggage loading hunk was busy in his task, another plane touched down nearby.

We soared though the clouds till an ocean of white was all that was visible.

The vapors collected in the nicks and scratches on window glass began to freeze into thin crystallize line. You can notice a circular white line upon the clouds. I wonder if another plane has made a U-turn here.

Parallel to us, flew another jet.

I soon lost track of it when I was distracted by the city beneath.

The pilot did announced, 'behold Amsterdam'.

You can see a row of white windmills along the river in the northeast.

Over the Dutch sky we flew. A shame we saw no sign of the Flying Dutchmen.

Loosing altitude and sunlight, the cloud's personalities became more pronounced. They sometimes looked smooth and soft like motion-blurred wool, while other times jutted out like rocks in the sky.

Above the English Channel, tiny clouds spread out like tiled patterned upon the blue infinity.

A fleet of ships sailed on the seemingly 2D sea. They looked vaguely like airships in an inverted sky.

Our shadows were cast on English soil once more.

Not sure if this city is London but I was pleased to see the land between London and the South West for once. To set the record straight, it has been cloudy and raining every single time I do fly over that stretch.

I saw emeralds and sapphires, jewels of the land.

Despite the negative weather report, there was nary a trace of cloud as far as we flew till we neared the shores of Wales. A giant in the distance blushed pink perhaps in mock-shyness of its exalted position.

From the west, storm clouds were rolling in full force.

Within minutes of our landing, the floodgates of heaven opened. Whatever happened in Bristol that afternoon, in that torrential downpour, I have no idea. But it did caused a super-massive-traffic congestion unlike any I have seen during my 20 months there. Even well into the night when the rain has stopped but the wind still strong, many taxi companies remained unavailable to provide an immediate car.

It was just as well. I was blessed with one last walk from the city center to Ashton Park in the cool night air. That was the road I have been through so many times throughout the seasons, in sunshine, storm and even snow.