Damn. The monitor looking over the check in counter says "Originally scheduled: 10.15am / Delay". The one overlooking the other airline states "Originally scheduled: 9.30am / Delay 11.15am" I mumbled to my colleague, "This is not good..at least the other airline says what time the plane is coming.
And that led to 2 hours of waiting for the ^$%^& plane to reach the airport. I kicked myself for not bringing a thicker shawl or jacket. Who ever thought Macau would be chilly in April? It was real humid and hot last year I was here.
Flip through the current read but didn't want to finish it all up and leave me with nothing to do during the flight. So people watch a bit. Zomb out a bit..coming to one conclusion - We can be all Chinese, but we are just so distinctively different depending on where we come from - China, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, USA. Needless to say, the loudest and easiest identifiable chinese are from..you know where (I can hear this auntie talking to her friend sitting beside her like 5 rows of seats away).
Finally when the plane came.. and that was the start of sitting for 3 and a half hour straight. Cramped between two persons. With not enough leg room. And with nothing to do after finishing up the book (it was quite a good read) , and ended up watching the paint dry off on the back of the seat in front of me (I managed to shave off about one hour dosing off a bit but I try not to droop my head onto the uncle sitting next to me), and hoping that my last lifeline the Ipod don't die on me.
If it really does, I may just start tearing my hair and start screaming at the top of my lungs just to rid myself of the claustrophobic feeling.
Just. So. Excruciating.
Argh.
I started counting down the last hour by flipping through the in-house magazine, reading through those segments which I passed when I read the same magazine on the in-bound leg. When I was done with that, I tried to suppress the urge to read the safety booklet as well. That will be too pathetic.
35 more mins to 4pm. Look at the ceiling. 28 more mins. Look at the auntie across the isle, dreaming up her possible tour of all the casinos she probably had been to. 24 mins. Wondering why the auntie waiting for her turn outside the toilet cubicle had bleached her hair which obviously is more appropriate for someone in the younger age bracket. 17. I wonder if the Tiger air stewardess had tried to apply to be an SQ stewardess before. Just a few more mins to go...and I tried to move my feet, disturbing the paper bag the uncle beside me and earning myself a nasty glare behind bifocal specs.
4pm. And we are still in the middle of no where cos I dont see land mass after peering at the small cutout hole of a window!!!!
I can feel myself growing grouchy. I then tried to imagine that I am a robot that can be powered down. I ended up just staring straight ahead trying not to think of anything. I think I must have looked quite maniac.
"Cabin crew, prepare for landing. 6 mins". I never heard anything as sweet.
I was so glad when the plane hit the tarmac. And when I walking down the staircase from the plane, I totally felt like a freed animal.
Now I can understand why somebody get heartburn just thinking about having to fly.
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