Tommy and I just flew in from Bali last night. More on the trip soon but our flight back to Singapore was packed out with mental pictures that I took and I wanted to jot them down before my brain purged them for other more useful data. I should have pulled out my camera but it was in the overhead bin cause we were seated on the exit row and can’t have any bags down and I was too lazy to get up and get it. I’ll try to describe the pictures I “took” in less than a thousand words.
Note: I only mention nationalities to give you a better picture of what I saw. NOTHING is intended to be derogatory towards the culture mentioned and any comments made in a derogatory tone towards any culture will be deleted. That’s not the point of this post. Ok, now that we’ve got that settled…
*I’m sunburned and starting to look more and more like a tomato by the minute.
*Two really cute and really boisterous little Indonesian boys sat in front of us. They were too cute to be annoyed by all their racket. They were obviously excited about flying in an airplane. We could tell by their hand expressions and universal “boy” sounds, like zoom! zoom! and Woosh!
*An Asian guy sat next to me and immediately fell asleep, before we even took off, with his ipod blaring through his headphones. This noise is up there on my list of biggest pet peeves ever.
*An Asian girl pulls out her math book and her mega smarty pants calculator and does math for the entire 2.5 hour flight.
*”Music” from another ipod or Nintendo DS is blaring in front of us somewhere, without headphones. ugh….
*Tommy and I smile. Cause if we didn’t smile and laugh we’d have a miserable flight. Gotta love Asia!
*An Indian couple stand right next to our row, not anywhere close to where their seats are and have a VERY loud conversation. Really??? I’m thinking that the people around them asked them to be quiet so they moved.
*Tommy and I smile… and wished we spoke the language they were speaking. I’m sure it was a really interesting conversation! They were really into it.
*Remember the kids sitting in front of us. SO cute! Well, they order some food and the youngest takes one bite and we think he must have choked. He puked all over the place. It was rank! Poor little guy. The parents were SO calm and I was SO impressed to see the dad lovingly care for his little guy. The mom was sitting next to the little boy and his brother so she couldn’t really leave him. The dad took care of everything. It was refreshing to me to see this dad be so attentive to his son. This was early in the flight so they pretty much had to sit in the puke for 2 hours.
*Remember the girl doing the math? She was sitting directly across the aisle from the puking kid. She paused for a few minutes during the incident. I think it was a little out of her comfort zone. She recovered and got right back to her studies in no time.
*Remember the sleeping Asian ipod guy sitting next to me? He immediately turned green after the kid puked and plugged his nose. It took him about 3 minutes to find another set. I have to admit that I am a little bit happy that the kid threw up.
These are a few other “snapshots” that I took:
*The flight attendant obviously wore a wig. She was a very attractive Asian girl and I’m sure her own hair would have been attractive too. Asians have great hair!
*The sky outside of our window was amazing. Dark and ominous below the clouds and the sunset beaming through other clouds in a distance.
*A Western guy, probably 20 something, had MAJOR bedhead. And I think he meant it to look that way.
*Asians have such a great talent for sleeping anywhere and in any position. It’s really quite impressive.
*Any and every possibly form of fashion statement imaginable. And much too much exposed. Usually it’s the Westerners who expose too much. blech…
*As I pop open my “brought in from outside” can of pringles, the flight attendant announces that food from outside is prohibited. ooops… (yes, I ate them anyway.)
*One of the pilots walking around the aisle chit chatting it up with the flight attendants. Ok, this makes me a bit nervous. I want to tell him to just go to the toilet and get back to his job of flying us safely home.
There is no shortage of adventure living and traveling in South East Asia. Adventure is at every turned corner and often every blink of the eye. The things that once frustrated us have become humorous – for the most part. I have grown very fond of learning about “the ways” of the different cultures we are living with. It’s one of my favorite parts of living in Singapore. I could do without the loud earphone ipod noises, though.