This is the thing about flying....

Anyone who knows me - knows that I travel ALOT - and I love it!! But you know, flying itself is such a drag... I am always left a picture of disquietude, though a heightened appreciation for the privilege I have to see so many different places, But I cannot help frowning at the boredom and sheer irritation that accompanies the journey. I have tried quite a few things to pass the time... but it's the taking off of shoes at each security gate, and everyone who travels knows the drill.. yet, people faff and fidget and arsefart around so that it takes double the time and effort.

Then you realize no matter how much it annoys you, there really isn't much you can do - so with a displeasing smile, I go through the motions.. I adopt my silent, murderous mixture of timidity and boldness.. just enough to get through the crowd unscathed and get to my destination without being trampled on.

At times, I use this time to gather my thoughts, ponder on life and watch people. Other times, I plug in my MP3 player and blast the music till all I hear is drumming in my head...

The end of another trip and it feels great to experience the newness, the expansion of my senses and at the same time, coming home is a great feeling... So, as I ponder my 35 hour long journey to Singapore.. needless to say - I need to mentally prepare for that - and keep the goal in mind...

When I do - it all seems worth it!!