Flying

4 movies, 5 TV-shows, 6 Music Albums, 3 Computer-games, 20 drinks, 3 meals, 5 snacks, 4 toilet breaks, 1 phone-call, and 1 unopened Harry Potter book later, I arrive in Kuala Lumpur, or as the Australians abbreviate, “Kay El” (KL), to get off one plane and board the next. Or so I believed. With 1 hour of technical difficulties which were not only audible, but also visible on nearly all the inboard flight entertainment system monitors on the back of every passenger seat’s head-rest, KL-Airport, and the airline captain and staff decided to make a move-on. Lucky for me, or at least if I were a seriously practicing religious Christian, I was placed next to an Angel. Or should I just say Angel, for that was her name. Anyhow, I thus had (the) God(s) on my side, and needn’t need to worry about the airplane crashing anytime that I was on it. She was from Singapore, works at a trading company, studied international business in Brisbane to graduate 2 years ago, and was now reuniting with her college friends in Melbourne for a mere 4 days. Even though the company this flight round was more suitable for a long and intriguing conversation, I was overwhelmed by the fatigue which the previous flight had caused me, resulting in a mere 10 percent talk, and the rest sleep.