Well away on holiday in South Africa, since my Earth mum and dad got me a plane ticket there and back to South Africa. I am sorry I did not take any pictures of the Journey or videos…. Well I did not feel like it since I was just excited and nervous at the same time. Well the journey started off well funny at the same time, since I had taken the wrong train to London, I took the train earlier than the one I paid for. It was North Eastern railways, perhaps the first and the last to travel them on economy class… since the seats are very poorly arranged and cramped(however better than virgin railway)… Well I almost got into trouble, with that, but I had paid for a ticket, the conductor did not have too much of a hissy fit, but which was the reason why I assumed someone to be sitting in my booked seat which was at the table with power cable, so I could draw on the computer while traveling on the train. I arrived in London at Kings Cross, and decided to check in for my hotel booking before I went to the dinner my Raelian friends invited me to, which was part of the 13th dec celebration. When I checked in I had been told that the online amount was a deposit and not the full paid price of the room, I never understand this and found it stupid. If I wish to book and pay for a hotel room it must be all done online, and all I need to do is check in and get the keys and sleep there for the night, not this “ You should have read the small print shit”…. And left and told them that people who follow this nature make me sick… because it takes an advantage of people who can’t handle and work with money to save my life, just as much as those people who can’t even draw to save their lives… So I thought, looks like I be spending the night in Heathrow airport. Well then went straight to the dinner, it was a bit of a challenge to find my way their, due to the arrangement and architecture of the buildings in this Posh side of London, one of the buildings had a pulsating beam which looked like some extraterrestrials landed on it, but it was a wonderful night, full of hugs and love and intellectual conversation. Then spent the rest of the night and most of the next day at Heathrow airport. It was boring as hell, waiting for the time to pass, could not find a place to sit down and draw. But ended up meeting people and chatting and discussing things, I can’t believe that I attracted so much attention while I sat at the charging station for laptops and mobiles just speaking my mind about things, even the police gathered to listen, as if it was not me speaking , was rather strange. Then the time came for my flight, checked in fine and popped onto a small plane that would take me into Paris CDG airport, where I would catch this mother of a plane the Airbus 386 or something, which is much fatter and bigger than the Jumbo. Well on the plane I was seated next to one of the British army officials, who was in the Industrial Military Complex, which I only found out after we started chatting, since he asked me what I do, and I said I am an artist, and he told me what he did. Then the topic went onto extraterrestrials and reverse engineered technology, and I enquired about Britain’s ufos, he said he could not say more on the subject on what I already know, and this confirms what I had shared with people. Then I landed in Paris Well since I had 4 hours to wait in Paris, I thought of checking in and waiting for the next flight, and do some art while waiting for the next flight. But when passing through customs, the whole relaxed journey changed. I had a full search done to me, and I got nervous and started to have panic and anxiety attacks and almost fainted and passed out, even when the bag and body search had been completed, and came out clean. I just packed my things while shaking and forgot to zip my bag properly and walked away from the customs section as fast as I could to find the place where I can sit and wait for my next flight. Now because the airport is laterally inverted or chirally arranged , I went the opposite way to where I supposed to have gone, and the little grey bag where my Wacom bamboo pen tablet was in fell out of my bag including some of my jewellery. In the bag with the Wacom tablet was my two flash memory disks, a Christmas card that my cousin Linda have to my mum and dad, my water colour sketchbook, and some NHS and Job centre letters such as my sick benefit letter (I hope if someone finds it, uses my postal address to post my things back to me, and not use it for identity theft). When I found this was missing, I began to cry and have a panic attack and then started searching, to see where I could have dropped it. I tried to ask for help but found it difficult because I could not talk French , trying to explain an art pen tablet, when they thought you were talking about an iPad or tablet PC. My computer could have fallen out of the bag too if I did not stop and notice that my bag was open and things were hanging out. I then went to the police side of the airport so they could trace my steps back from the customs to see where I could have lost my things, but there was a problem,… and I ended up in another anxiety attack and started crying. The women were trying to help and calm me down because I was stuttering and shaking from shock. When the men police started laughing, it triggered me into a self harm anxiety attack, where I found the nearest pillar of the airport and started smashing my head on it, but thanks to the women who began to stroke my back and hair, it calmed me down again, and I began to speak, and also asked if I could learn some basic French at the same time since I never spoke it before. I then was given a number which I could call when I reached my destination, which lead me to the south African based website of French airways, where I contacted and also downloaded a form where I could state what went missing, which I would post on Tuesday, as Monday is a public holiday here in South Africa. I just arrived for my flight on time, and would have been quite calm waiting for the flight and would have started some drawing, since the waiting seats at the Paris airport are comfortable and well arranged. I then got onto the plane, could not be bothered about spotting flying saucers from the window.. so went to sleep, then later arrived in Johannesburg , then took a flight to Durban where my mum and dad was waiting. So far no gender crap from them.. so everything seems to be going o.k… Well my cat is very old, and has lost a lot of muscle weight and strength and it was sad to see him blind. But my cat was overjoyed when hearing me and smells, actually the cat had telepathy abilities… before even coming out of the car for my smells and sounds could be recieved, my cat knew I was their and was walking well not walking more hobbling towards the car to meet me… so I have been emotional about my cat too. I should do some photos and stuff … but cant do any digital drawing and painting,since I have lost my wacom bamboo but be doing some 3D manipulation and pencil drawings..