A while back I asked the trick question “Which Continent has Nice Husband NOT been to?”
The answer is…Australia. Incha Allah one day. I am secretly plotting to get him there so that I can say he is truly worldwide. I wish I knew if he was the first Algerian in Antarctica or not. That would be kinda cool. He went to Antarctica with my stepfather on one of those science tour thingies. But it was a science for scientists ecotourism thing. He saw penguins getting eaten and everything up close. I need to investigate the whole Algerians in Antarctica thing, he would be pretty chuffed.
Ok so it is not Australia but close but I am dying to go to New Zealand. It’s like a dream of mine, I just don’t think there is a bucket of Xanax and Ambien big enough for me to handle the plane ride. I am totally interested in how people likeMs. Mac and Antipo do that kind of plane ride, and with children. Are drugs involved? Massive amounts of books? My mp3 player only lasts 14 hours, what happens then?
My mom went there and evidently she like was about to lose it an hour before landing. She loved Australia once she got there though. The only sucky part was finding out that my stepfather, the rocket scientist (no really, he is a rocket scientist, I am not joking) can’t drive stick that well and he sure as heck can’t drive stick on the wrong side of the road. So guess who did all the driving. This was ten years ago and she hasn’t gone back.
Speaking of rocket scientists, you know what makes me mad? When people knock on secretaries. Um hello, I have a college degree (discuss amongst yourselves the worth of an Ole Miss BA) and all these fools I work for with major degrees and corner offices and titles and stuff don’t know how to fix a printer, fix a copy machine, set up their email, type a freakin report, use Excel…all things I know how to do. Most of the effers who bash on secretaries only have BAs themselves anyway. But I digress.
EDIT: After consuting Dr. Google, I found out that some Algerian astrophysicist dude name Karim Agabi went there before Nice Husband, so Nice Husband was not the first, unfortunately. Oh well, I am sure NH was in the first ten 
maybe even number 2.
Tags : algerians in antarctica, don't hate on secretaries, long *ss plane rides, penguins getting eaten
12 juin 2008 à 9:22
Most of the Australians and New Zealanders I know in Europe break up the trip by staying a night or two in Hong Kong or Singapore. (When going from the US, they stop over in Hawaii.) Otherwise the flight is too unbearable to even consider.
12 juin 2008 à 11:23
Nice Husband is certainly welcome to go to my father’s hometown of Kauhava, Finland. I’m betting he would be the first Algerian ever to set foot there. I’d even be willing to go along as the translator as long as I got a footnote mention in the record books.
13 juin 2008 à 5:52
I’m afraid I went to the school of “It’s just not that hard” and just get on a plane, settle in for the long haul and ride it out. Emirates is an excellent airline for the Australian flight, as is Malaysian.
When the boys flew such a long way they took books and gameboys. They played the in-flight entertainment thing which was brilliant. They watched movies and they slept. No worries. No drugs.
Having said that, in Australia, long, long car trips were a regular occurrence so they were just used to it. Same as when we drive to Scotland at Christmas. We are just used to travelling a long way in confined spaces.