Not too much to write about w.r.t. the trip home.
Smooth, that's all that mattered.
The flight back to Odessa - so good I fell asleep - I wonder why?
On the Kiev-Paris leg; I had a "super model" from the "Elite Agency" beside me. NO shit ! Her name was "Tasha" and she was all of 18. On the other side was a Frenchman; a true "pig". We were both after her, but he was going overboard - like I just got real bad vibes from this "old fucker". When he asked: if he could show her around Paris, where she was stayin', how heavy was her suitcase and if he could help carry it - I had had enough! This babe was wearing hot pants, with legs stretching to the end of the universe, and when she got up to go to the "WC"; I lean over to the "fuck" and go "If you do anything to harm this girl, I will find you, and drive this pen thru your nose and into your brain". "Do you understand?" He gave me this stupid look. I repeated "Do you fuckin' understand?" He nodded. He also left her alone for the rest of the flight.
In CDG airport, I picked up a bottle of deluxe rum. The oriental dude goes, "Would you like to try some now?" What? In the corner of the booth is a bar with another guy mixing drinks. OK! I order a double "mojito". I'm waiting, but there is a doll in front of me - and she's got on an airport security badge. I go (in totally imperfect French) "How are you allowed to get a drink, your supposed to be working?". Her reply "Because I'm wearing a skirt". I almost pissed myself laughin'
The final leg home home was nothin' short of depressing.
To add insult-to-injury; my bags never made it! Only got them delivered, the next day.
That itself, was the worst part of the entire trip.

Dr. J.