I hate it. I can never sleep. For the first leg of my journey – Sydney to Hong Kong – we were flying during the day so it was sort of okay. But now, with a five hour time difference and a one hour delay on my next flight, I will be arriving in Delhi at like 1am.
That’s twenty hours no sleep.
For the first evening of the meditation retreat I will probably badly be a cranky cow lol.
The reference to cows and India was unintentional but I think now, very clever.
There are fifteen people sitting around the seats in front of me at Gate 28. They are all talking animatedly whilst they eat (I’m assuming noodles) from tubs that are as big as buckets. Insanity.
It’s been a while since I travelled alone. It’s a bit interesting. You become more aware/conscious of the small nuances in human behaviour. You notice people more. And you are more obvious to others, or I’m just noticing other people notice me more. Chicken – egg, I guess.
I asked for a window seat. I hate always being asked to get up so others can go to the toilet. Mistake. Didn’t think it through. I was stuck for over nine hours – no toilet. I’ll try to change that on my way home.
Ohhhh guess who’s tired already lol. Whinger alert.
Airports are funny things. This one reminds me of Korea – cultural centers. All closed at the moment; hopefully open on the return leg.
I weighed my bag last night. Freaked out. Took books out. Realized I had read the pounds not the kilograms. Way under. Lol.
Did you know that most flights will not let you bring a Samsung Galaxy 7 on board at all. Technology moving faster in telecommunications than other areas. That’s a helpful hint if you’re a Samsung person.
The people all have red shopping bags for their buckets of noodles. A happy bunch. I wonder if they are family …
I’m knackered. I’m going to check that I’m at the right gate.