Air travel. Once the lap of heavenly luxury, now...not so much.
Yet, even the no-frills budget airlines can take away all of life's little mysteries flying has to offer for the simple minds. How is it that the plane can stay up in the air, even with all the fat people on board, spilling over their arm rests? How magical is it that you can get on a plane at 9am, spend 6 hours in the air and land at 9am local time, as if those sweaty, muscle-cramping hours never even took place? And how is it that I always end up sitting next to that token screaming kid (though that does explain something else: the lack of proper cutlery on planes, with their sharp prongs and serrated edges...)?
As a result of my dysfunctional taste in relationships I've spent a lot of time at airports. Waiting for flights, waiting to be served at the grossly overpriced crap chain restaurants, waiting for my luggage to arrive, waiting to be reunited with my loved one. Not a fan.
But neither am I fan of this climate change phenomenon. It's just really panning out the way I was expecting. We're halfway through July and it's either raining, storming, flooding or thundering. This is not why I allowed myself to be talked out of using hairspray and effectively ruined every photo taken of me in the last half of the 90's! I signed up for heatwaves and desertification!!! Now every day is like Glastonbury! Wellies and brollies galore!
Normally I wouldn't be this affected but this is the first summer in years I've spent in these parts of the world. Normally I'd be sleeping off a hangover in Tel Aviv. Or crusading God knows what cause somewhere else in Middle East. Or at the very least accelerating skin cancer in Spain.
Instead I'm stuck here. With 3 more weeks of my internship to go. I've been directing my attention to shopping for the ultimate holiday wardrobe instead. So far I have a fresh nautical top for lunching at the marina, a perfect summer dress to be doing some sightseeing in and a Grecian maxidress for lounging around the pool for pre-dinner cocktails. Me and my wardrobe are in a dire need of a holiday in the sun. But enough to spend it in Spain, with The Man's Mum? Remains to be seen...
But neither am I fan of this climate change phenomenon. It's just really panning out the way I was expecting. We're halfway through July and it's either raining, storming, flooding or thundering. This is not why I allowed myself to be talked out of using hairspray and effectively ruined every photo taken of me in the last half of the 90's! I signed up for heatwaves and desertification!!! Now every day is like Glastonbury! Wellies and brollies galore!
Normally I wouldn't be this affected but this is the first summer in years I've spent in these parts of the world. Normally I'd be sleeping off a hangover in Tel Aviv. Or crusading God knows what cause somewhere else in Middle East. Or at the very least accelerating skin cancer in Spain.
Instead I'm stuck here. With 3 more weeks of my internship to go. I've been directing my attention to shopping for the ultimate holiday wardrobe instead. So far I have a fresh nautical top for lunching at the marina, a perfect summer dress to be doing some sightseeing in and a Grecian maxidress for lounging around the pool for pre-dinner cocktails. Me and my wardrobe are in a dire need of a holiday in the sun. But enough to spend it in Spain, with The Man's Mum? Remains to be seen...
I'm glad the end of my long-distance relationship meant the end of most of the flying I do. I've definitely seen enough of the shitty low-cost airports to last a lifetime.
ReplyDeleteI have to admire your dedication to wardrobe planning. I'm off for a weekend trip on Friday and I still haven't thought about what I'll be wearing.