So the journey commences.
I have been in the terminal for some time now and am waiting for them to start boarding the flight to Dubai, from where I shall reach my connecting flight.
There was some confusion earlier concerning a lost little girl in the terminal. Her name is Perth. This led to a lot of frantic running about by the passengers destined to Australia.
Statements being thrown around on the intercom were as follows, yet I have been known the exaggerate:
"Perth is a little girl" (initially this led to angry mutters from the aussies)
"Please can anybody help us to find Perth" (this turned to hushes)
"Perth is lost" (stunned silence)
The mother in charge of yelling of her child's elegant name succeeded in her task and found her daughter. This was met by applause and a thankfulness that everybody can return to their seats.
In other news, I saw a Richard Branson lookalike, speaking on his phone in a Texan accent and being all business-like. Then I was like…hmmmm he probably wears nice shoes. False. He wears exactly the Puma shoes I bought for my grade 10 (sophomore?) valentines ball. I never wear them and often scold myself on such bad taste in my younger years.
Unfortunately I have nothing more constructive to say, other than I am extremely excited and cannot wait for every coming second, they cannot come quick enough it seems. My legs have been jelly and crampy for the past 48 hours, nomatter how many bananas I wolf down. This is my lot to carry.
See you on the other side.
Now where are the attractive air hostesses carrying my favourite beer in their bosoms?
I have been in the terminal for some time now and am waiting for them to start boarding the flight to Dubai, from where I shall reach my connecting flight.
There was some confusion earlier concerning a lost little girl in the terminal. Her name is Perth. This led to a lot of frantic running about by the passengers destined to Australia.
Statements being thrown around on the intercom were as follows, yet I have been known the exaggerate:
"Perth is a little girl" (initially this led to angry mutters from the aussies)
"Please can anybody help us to find Perth" (this turned to hushes)
"Perth is lost" (stunned silence)
The mother in charge of yelling of her child's elegant name succeeded in her task and found her daughter. This was met by applause and a thankfulness that everybody can return to their seats.
In other news, I saw a Richard Branson lookalike, speaking on his phone in a Texan accent and being all business-like. Then I was like…hmmmm he probably wears nice shoes. False. He wears exactly the Puma shoes I bought for my grade 10 (sophomore?) valentines ball. I never wear them and often scold myself on such bad taste in my younger years.
Unfortunately I have nothing more constructive to say, other than I am extremely excited and cannot wait for every coming second, they cannot come quick enough it seems. My legs have been jelly and crampy for the past 48 hours, nomatter how many bananas I wolf down. This is my lot to carry.
See you on the other side.
Now where are the attractive air hostesses carrying my favourite beer in their bosoms?
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