It did actually not take the Bomber too much time to cross the Atlantic. That makes perfectly sense, since he is Airborne, obviously, not tied to the seas and oceans like the Admiral, or - even worse - the late Fieldmarshal who must have gone to the ground (or under it). I must admit it then took another 5 days before I could host him, as Fedex tried to deliver on Monday 20th while I had already left for work - and I could not offer an earlier date than Friday 24th, where I had decided to work from home.
In addition to flying with a premium carrier instead of in a USPS jute bag thrown into a container together with 100 other jute bags, he also arrived in a very comfortably padded box. This is Air Force style through and through (did I ever tell You about that large NATO exercise in Norway, where we had heat blowers in the latrine at our base camp...).
In addition to the padding there was also an extra strap and of course the goddam box.
Here is the box.
Then there was a cover, and then there was still no watch
And a flap to be opened
until at last
Size is good - a bit larger then what I normally wear, but still ok. Lovely Dial and something that I had not experienced before: A Lume that is glowing like it spent time at Fukushima. To me as Vintage guy, this is quite impressive.
Straight on to the wrist.
I had bought a new Weber the other day, which came in a zillion pieces and had to be assembled first - that was still on Friday afternoon.
I am not showing the box it came in, but it was like a dream come true (for someone who grew up with Lego and even enjoys to assemble Ikea furniture).
The Bomber and Trude were so kind to help me with the assembly.
Oh wait, what time was that now
There were a lot of pieces.
Next day I drove down to Hamburg to pick up things. But that was not so exciting.
On the way back home I passed by my mother's place. She was very proud to show the Bomber her garden:
On Sunday I did help out at the "ring riding" at our annual village festival. Ring riding is very popular in Southern Denmark as well as Northern Germany and the Netherlands. It is a kind of Jousting, where the rider has to stick a lance through a ring (a rather tiny ring, probably 1 inch and size getting smaller and smaller for "play offs"). The horse needs to be put into a (slow) gallop when doing so. The ring is hanging on a gallow under which the rider passes.
I think it is idiotic but then I don't ride a horse. I was tasked to gather and put in the results into the computer.
Here is what I got during a break:
Please note that these kind of bratwurst are a Southern Danish specialty, and are also called "ring rider"
So far so good. The rest of the Bomber's time here has been rather dull, unfortunately, because of my work load. Right now I am still sitting at our project office, at least with a "happy go live" of another larger project. But I guess no one is interested to see any SAP GUI screens. Anyone? No? Thought so.
I will still host the Bomber a couple of days, but towards end of next week he will board his box again and be shipped to glory old England.