In the days leading up to our departure, I was so swamped with work and all the prep to-dos for our trip that I barely (ok never) thought about the actual commute to our destinations. We are going on a month long holiday!! And that is that! We basically rode on a high for 2 days, 1 day, the night before, in the car on the way to the airport, in the airplane itself...
At the airport, we happily chattered away about all the pad thai and tom yum gung we will devour in Bangkok (1st transit stop). Oh happy days...
The elaborate Thai feast we imagined turned out to be a plate of a tiny lump of glass noodles, watery tom yum broth served in a plate (soup in a PLATE? what the hell?) and 2 coconut water. But wait, not even the crappy food at Bangkok Airport could kick us off our high. Not even the crazy $$$ bill. And not even the crawling cockroach we squashed on our table while we ate. You can say we bounced instead of walking.
By the 9th hour in the 2nd leg (Bangkok to Austria) of our flight, we were just so f***ing over it.
First, there was this tall giant sitting in between us. He was of an unknown ethnicity, sporting a ponytail, had blue painted nails and smelt some kinda weird. Second, I'm desperate for a shower. Third, blue nails giant took all my arm space and was invading into my invisible line of territory. It's a torturing combo - to be pissed, dirty and uncomfortable all at the same f***ing time. To top it all off, the flight for our final leg (Austria to Warsaw) which happened to be only a couple of hours was cancelled. So near yet so goddamn f***ing far. Someone somewhere who hates me must be laughing their ass off.