vacation: philippines
Exactly one month from now I’ll be leaving for the Philippines for two months, and because I want to absorb every molecule of multiple award-winning service that Koninklijke Luchtvaart Maatschappij (KLM) provides, I need to stay awake for the whole duration of my long haul flight.
I remember telling my dad that I wanted to be a stewardess and he told me that, first of all, I should undergo one of those operations where they cut your bones in half and stuff metal in between them to lengthen your legs. That way, he said, it wouldn’t remind him of numerous Snow Whites and a dwarf when I hang out with my colleagues. I told him that stilts will do just as well.
On a slightly different note, I love long haul flights with lots of turbulence. I’m not sure why I enjoy these things when most people I know fear or detest them. The clearest memory I have of a serious turbulence was a few years ago; I was sipping soup for lunch when the plane suddenly shook in every directiont so I tried to finish as much of the soup as fast as I could because it kept spilling out of the bowl onto the tray table. The man sitting next to me was mercilessly holding onto the armrest to the rhythm of the bursts of free fall sensations and staring at me because, unlike him, my priority was to finish a bowl of soup so that I could spend the rest of my time enjoying the turbulence.
The very thing I am looking forward to, however, is the sunshine. We rarely get a scorching one in Ireland; here it’s always too cold. In fact the first time I went out the back garden wearing a short-sleeved top I nearly died of hypothermia. We almost never get to dress up like we’ve run out fabric, and that is such a miscarriage of justice.
