It was an exceptionally fun holiday. It would be difficult to summarise it so instead i'll write the experience i went through on my way back to Austrailia.
The trip to the airport was funny in itself because i kept receiving calls one after another and my pals were sending hilarious messages on the network group-texting service. Once on the plane, the journey became even funnier. I had promised myself that i'd have a heineken on the flight which is normally a bad idea when you at a high altitude because alcohol hits you like a brick. Despite knowing this, a heineken was the first drink i asked for when the air hostess came by. the fellow sitting next to me seemed to be disgusted by my request and stared forward in utter annoyance over his humongous beer belly. Having flown a number of times it's not that hard to spot a rookie on his first flight. The man sitting next to me with the bad stare was definitely a first-timer.
As soon as he had sat down he asked me how i was doing and i thought that was a pleasant thing to do. It's good to sit next to someone social.
Soon after, the stewards were serving dinner and they only had a selection of wine and soft drinks on the trolley. I hadn't planned for this and since i do not take soda i asked for red wine (right after my heineken). As it tends to happen after taking alcohol i became rather giddy after dinner and when the stewards comes again asking if we'd like another drink i don't hesitate to ask for another heineken. The air hostess comes back to me and delivers some dreadful news: there's no more heineken on the flight. So she gives me a budweiser instead!
One budweiser later and i am laughing to myself after remembering moments from my holiday. My movie soon ends after my beer and i am a bit too tipsy to consider sleeping it off. So i remember my social neighbour and shake him up from his concentration (i think he was watching something) to ask him if he plays chess:
Kev: Hey, do you play chess?
Random dude: No.
Kev: (scrolling down the game menu on my screen) How about checkers, do you play checkers?
RD: What?
Kev: Draughts (other name for checkers)? do you play?
RD: No.
It's at this point that i consider maybe i was just being an annoying drunk but the fellow begins to lean forward as if he is air sick (HA! Justice, he refused to play games with me) and soon enough, he excuses himself from the seat and disappears for a while, possibly to vomit. Poor fellow.
We arrive at Dubai without any further incident where i sit down to write this post after discovering that the famous Dubai airport does not sell Absynth because it has too high an alcohol percentage....we obviosuly need some Kenyan entrepreneurs up in here.
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