In the airport, I struck up a conversation with
an English looking man sat near me. We had the same flight to Nairobi and then
onto Amsterdam. I spent the whole flight chatting to him. He had just climbed
Kili and was heading home to Birmingham to his wife and two kids. I liked talking
to him because it made the flight seem so much shorter.
We got onto the subject of Kili because I asked
the air hostess which mountain either side of the plane was Kili. And it just
so happened it was the one on my side – conveniently, the side with the sun
rise too,
Needless to say I took lots of pictures.
I’m on the Amsterdam flight now, waiting to take
off. I appear to be sat next to a foreign woman who is either drunk lost or
incompetent.
God help us all for the rest of the flight.
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