I'm not yet too Bali and I wish I would just die. Not for real. I just want to be off this god damn plane before my insides explode. The flight from LAX to Taipei was okay, but changes of altitude caused me to occasionally start coughing jags. By the time my layover in Taipei was over, my intuition told me that I might need some special attention for the final five hour flight. I begged for an upgrade and was escorted to the first class cabin. It was astounding. The seats lay down to make a bed, should one be so inclined. I was inclined to recline. We hit a spot of turbulence. It lasted awhile. About three hours was all. I declined the four star lunch for ginger ale and repeated an internal matra that went something like this, "God grant me the strength not to puke." God wasn't being generous. I got to know the inside of the extra-big first class loo in great detail. Please make this plane land. I just want to sleep.
0 comments:
Post a Comment