So I took a plane at 10 from a remote island and arrived in the middle of a holiday in the middle of Tokyo at 12.30, what?
Bye bye kagoshima tanegashima sakurajima (le premier qui fait une blague avec pyjama se prend une pantoufle)
(The first one that dares a joke with pyjamas gets a slipper in the face)
I played with the kids and we had nice food and no, my luggage is way over the weight limit and is not closed and is not ready.
It's often in those moments that I wish I believed in some sort of god.