Ten hours on an airplane gives you plenty of time to think about whatever you have on your mind. Most people frown at the idea of being seated between two strangers at then thousand feet altitude, stuck in midair and strapped with a seatbelt. But for me it was a rather appealing situation. No internet, no mobile, no reason to speak. Just me and my thoughts, for ten hours straight.
To my left was a kid, perhaps eighteen years old, with dyed hair and frameless glasses. He spent most of the time with his Nintendo DS, tipping the bridge of his glasses from time to time. And to my right was a woman on the verge of getting old. She seemed to be the leader of a touristic group. Her phone showed a self-taken picture of her and a man, perhaps a husband, and she buried herself in the blue blanket most of the flight.
About an hour after take-off the board crew announced dinner. Soon after that a lovely stewardess came walking along the aisle, distributing hot handkerchiefs. What's funny is that she spoke to me in English; my neighbours she addressed in Korean. Odd, I thought, until a couple of hours later another flight attendant said something to me in Japanese. I didn't enjoy the whole flight, but I have certainly had worse ten hours before.
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