Quick post this morning as I’m off to run to the market before I meet up with Aba and Kamal (two pals I met in Europe last year who live here in Sydney). I’ll update you on that later!
So I’m boarding the flight, and although Im fine sitting in which ever seat with whom ever, there’s always that moment of – ok, what do I get next to me for this round? (“next to me” meaning of course thighs touching, elbow rubbing, aroma sharing, food commenting, breathing on my shoulder, snoring partner, and let’s not mention “let me wake you up…again… To climb awkwardly over your knees with my head ducked because you didn’t stand up so I can make it to the isle to stand in line for the closet of a bathroom…again”).
Fear not my friends, although this was a short flight I got to sit next to this friendly German backpacker who started in Thailand and is now making his way around Australia. His name is Patrick, named after his moms old heartthrob Patrick Swayze. Amazing how quickly you can get comfortable with someone. Great luck to your journey Patrick… You are a sweet one!