Alex is back

On returning to a wet and windy Melbourne on Saturday morning I must confess my admiration and wonder at a baggage processing system that enabled me to check my bag in at Ottawa and then see it emerging safe at Tullamarine, four flights and half a world later. On a related note, in Chicago my bag was first off the carousel, which puts to rest the reasonable observation that no-one ever seems to own the first suitcase to emerge on the conveyor.

Time now to go through my collection of digital images.