Why are these disgracing seats so unbearably small, I can't believe it. Entering the plane and finding our seats was easy going and fun, got a nice neighbour sitting in front of me, he is so tall, about two meters or something like that, I am usually bad at guessing people's age. He was telling me some of his personal theories about all sorts of things, for example that he believes that the constructers of these planes were all pygmies, he keeps trying to catch the stewardesses attention. She is intensively trying to avoid letting all her stuff fall down. Oh there she is running, they are so quick, and the food is as disgusting as always, and damn, why does it taste so strange? Very strange new taste, that is, o.k., the coffee-break is ruined, why do I always have to start screaming. So that everyone turns his or her back, like this tall guy right in front of me and I was so surprised when he started to tell me that he was going to Ireland because of the same purpose. He told me things about this incredibly precious coin that the mysterious Brian O'Donnell gave to him, these where the more exiting things happening during the flight. When we got off everything went fine again, I am so surprised that we catch all our trains and vehicles without any problems. And, as usual, I am surprised about the incredible happiness that follows the act of simply stretching your knees.