I woke up early this morning when I could work unobserved and prepared my escape. I packed only the essentials. A couple of shirts, two pairs of jeans, some nice black shoes and some sandals- you never know.
I made a dash for the train station, but lo and behold, here in the UK we don't believe in trains running over christmas. It is inevitable that we will ultimately figure out how to get things to work in this country. Why not take the pain now and do things properly? Are there not muslims or jews or hindus working for the national rail? Not even a viking?
Anyways, after the initial shock that my plan has already been thrown, I quickly regrouped and managed to sneak into a car outside our house. I couldn't believe my luck- they were heading out of dundee to IKEA in Edinburgh. To cut a long and terrible story short, I escaped the car somewhere west of our capital and made a dash for the airport. I've escaped Dundee, but as long as I'm still in Scotland I'm at risk of being recaptured.
ADDED 22 January:
I was pretty please with myself this gray monday morning. Thought I had it all planned- With just 9 kgs of hand luggage I was going to disappear forever. How was I to know that only a couple of weeks later I would be crawling back to Dundee, licking my wounds from the great climb up Mount Kinabalu. My own Mount Doom...
