After a terribly long flight I've landed in Geneva. My body is telling me it's 3:15 am, but it's really mid-morning here.
Sooo... I have a new pal named Raoul. He smelled so terrible and was literally all up on me. As in, I doze off after dinner (with wine, for sleep aide) and wake up to find his hand on my knee. Not touching my knee... holding it.
This happened several times. I think I made my point known by moving away from him and walking around the cabin whenever it would happen.
Well, I can't share more now - I'm utterly exhausted and my computer is about to run out of charge.
More later. Peace.