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Airborne Antics..

Monday, February 27th, 2006

I had an interesting flight from Hanoi to Bangkok this afternoon. The carrier was AirAsia, a no-frills airline that spans across south-east Asia. The flight was only an hour & a half long. And after attempting to sell merchandise and warm Coke from the trolley (which must have taken all of 4 minutes), the air hostesses had precious little to do…which is why they invented the AirAsia competition!!!

Instaed of seat numbers (it was a first-come, first-served deal) our boarding passes had a “seq” number. Dont ask me what “seq” stands for. I haven’t got the foggiest…”Serious Ethical Quandry”? “Seat Ergonomically Quantified”?? “Stupid Englishman’s Questions???” The competiton was based on these numbers. I guess you could compare it to a game of Bingo. For those readers unfamilar with the game “Bingo”, a complete set of rules can be found at: http://www.us-bingo.com/bingo-rules.html For those readers unfamiliar with the campfire song “Bingo” a complete set of lyrics can be found at: http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/bingo.html For those readers unfamilar with the Pornstar “Bingo”, a complete set of pictures can be found at: http://www.spiegel.de/img/0,1020,359346,00.jpg ……

So, the game. Instead of the traditional lots-of-balls-mixed-up-randomly-with-ugly-bloke-making-crap-puns method of picking a number, the masterminds at AirAsia had opted for the pretty-stewardess-picking-numbers-off-the-top-of-her-head-and-yes-I-do-mean-that-
metaphorically-rather-than-literally method. We sat, we waited, and some geezer in row 27 won a small AirAsia bag filled with goodies I can only dream of, probably couldn’t identify, and almost certainly dont need anyway. Then some lady in row 31, and so on & so on till all the goodie bags were gone.

Aha. But before I could put my headphones back on and let Stevie Wonder fill me with, er, Stevie..a final round was announced. An exclusive AirAsia pen had been located by the crew, and the fun was going to continue, even if the pilot’s checklist did have to be filled in with lipstick. And this time, no “seq” numbers were involved! The coveted prize would go to a passeenger based on merit! An actual “Question” would be asked….

“Where does AirAsia begin daily flights to on March 1st?”

I’ll forgive you for not immediately knowing the answer to that one. It is, in fact, Krabi. I’ll forgive you for not immediately knowing where Krabi is. It is, in fact, in Southern Thailand. This information was helpfully printed on the back of the card that explained how we would survive if the plane came down in water (yeah right), and how we would survive in the event of a herd of goats going on a kickboxing rampage against the left wing of the plane (could happen..).

My hand shot up in less time than it takes for you to have read this sentence. No, quicker than that. Quicker. Quic. Q. That fast. I was right near the front too!! They couldn’t have missed me…but they did!! In fact, they couldn’t decide on a winner and went & asked a whole other question!! A bloke in row 11 got that one. He came to the front to collect his pen. We all applauded. It should have been mine. I should be twiddling it between my fingers right now!!

Fortunately, I’ve just booked another AirAsia flight, to take me to Chiang Mai on Wednesday. I am gonna be so quick on the draw, I tell thee. That pen will be mine! [evil laughter] Wa ha ha ha ha. [End evil laughter]

Baggage Claim Blues…

Tuesday, February 21st, 2006

I stand in a crowd of people watching a conveyor belt go round.  There is an air of anticipation.  Cases & bags begin to appear, as if by magic.  “Is that my black case?” a geezer asks. “No it’s mine” replies a lady in a mink coat. “Er, actually that would be mine” says a gent with a walking stick and a Sesame Street tank top.  That’s the problem with black cases.  Lots of people have them.

I dont. I have a rucksack. A backpack.  I watch the conveyor belt – hypnotised by its soothing motion, mesmerized by the way it stops bags from bumping into each other (an infared beam methinks).  The crowd thins.  People start to wheel their little black cases away.  In the travelling days of yore, only the biggest black cases had wheels.  Now, the manufacturers put wheels on cases the size of a box of cheese.  A small box of cheese.  Camembert. Mmmmm…

I stand alone. My fellow luggage luggers have departed.  The conveyor belt contines to turn.  A solitary black case sits on it, revolving again & again & again.  It isn’t mine.  Mine is a rucksack.  A backpack.  Mine isn’t here.  the conveyor belt stops.  I sigh.  A lady escorts me to the lost luggage desk. it isn’t far –  Hanoi airport only has 1 conveyor belt.

I fill out a form.  She asks me what colour my backpack is.  I’ve carried that backpack pretty much every day for the last 6 & a half months.  What colour is it?? How in the name of David Hasselhoff am I expected to remember that?  I leave the airport bagless, and resigned to wearing the same pair of underwear for the 4th consecutive day.  The Hoff would be ashamed.

I wake up this morning in my father’s polo shirt.  I look rather dashing. I can so pull off the doctor look.  I call the airport.  My bag has arrived.  While I was painfully running through L.A airport to make my connection on Saturday night (see below), the baggage transfer people must have been having a quick game of ker-plunk.  I’d call it irony, except my chest hurt too much. Oh how I yearn for fresh underwear…not long now…

Little Clouds..

Monday, December 19th, 2005
I seem to be forever writing to-do lists. Little nuggets of motivational pleasure that bring joy to the heart as pen crosses page in a ticking motion. I once included the instruction: "talk to frank" on one of ... [Continue reading this entry]

Driving me crazy…

Thursday, December 15th, 2005
In a few days I'll pack me bags, tie me laces, give the clouds a sneaky wink, and leave Hanoi for the United States of America. Before I do that however, I'm afraid I have to deliver a bit ... [Continue reading this entry]

The Ambassador’s Photo….of the Ambassador’s reception

Monday, December 12th, 2005
I just got emailed this magnificent picture of some hardcore Italian Karaoke rendition at the Ambassador's reception! Taken by Mr Italy himself... Singing their hearty little Italian/Wannabe-Italian kishkes out are (l-r) Federica, Daniele, Breda, and a slightly sozzled ... [Continue reading this entry]

The Ambassador’s Reception….

Thursday, December 8th, 2005
I'd been looking forward to it all week. My nicest shirt was clean (if a bit crumpled) and ready to go. A tie which was given to me as a gift on "teacher's day" a few weeks ago ... [Continue reading this entry]

Big rocks, Old wise man, & some twats

Monday, December 5th, 2005
Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way Its difficult not to have this song in your head at least part of a long distance motorbike trip. I hummed it from time to time, ... [Continue reading this entry]

Lovesix

Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
Love can be a messy affair. But I've never seen it get quite as messy as it did today... I was teaching one of my 2 classes of 6 year olds in a school on the edge of Hanoi ... [Continue reading this entry]

Charlie…

Monday, November 28th, 2005
Charlie nearly died today. To be honest, I thought she was dead. But then somebody resuscitated her. Me and Charlie have been together for about 3 weeks. There have been others before her, but none have lasted this long. ... [Continue reading this entry]

Paper tissues & Chickens

Saturday, November 26th, 2005
I have a cold. I've taken some cold pills (which rarely, if ever, have any noticeable impact). Mostly though, I just need to blow my nose rather a lot. Such is the nature of a cold. ... [Continue reading this entry]