Its 1pm and am sitting by the pool taking in the sun trying not to burn whilst getting my bake on.Engulfed in denial of the fact that all this serenity is about to come to an end.All the island visits,the sight seeing,shopping,turn up,freaking housekeeping and Ben(The uber hilarious cab guy)....sigh.An hour later and am rushing up and down trying to finish up packing.Yes i am that last minute kind of person.
Quick shower,doll up and at exactly 4pm my airport transport is here.Making my way through traffic reminiscing about my past week.As i stare outside the window traffic is building up,everybody is just honking..I look at my driver noticing his small eyes.I remember a story told to me by Ben(my interesting cab driver) about my small eyed friends.His theory of why people in china cause accidents alot is because once they smile,their eyes close rendering them blind.I smile to myself and take a selfie while at it.
I get to the airport and check in.Hunger drives me to an eatery where i sink my canines into a succulent double cheese burger.Polite conversation as we all wait to board.The flight is so full so boarding takes forever.We wait our turn.
"Miss maina,please wait here".And i here her call her supervisor.Blood rushes to my brain,sweat glands with no shame are on high alert.My airport flow rushes infront of my eyes trying to figure out if i violated anything whilst in here.Everybody else boarded after me walks past looking at me in disdain.
Supervisor finally comes,"Miss maina your seat has been changed.Here's your new boarding pass."I let out a sigh of relief..how the hell are yall gonna scare me because of a seat change.Oh well..i look down at my boarding pass and walk off.
I make my way through the bridge and the welcoming crew directs me towards the business class cabin.For a minute am not sure if she knows what she is saying.I look down at my ticket stab and it reads 2c..business class..she is right.My inner goddess(Cleo)is running up and down in my head doing the 'gangnam style' while chanting "business class..we are flying business."
I walk in head held high and finally locate my seat.Bulk head seat..leg room for days.I stow my carry on and take my seat.Book check,tabby(my tablet)check and my headset.I buckle up and minutes later an old guy makes his way to the seat next to me.
We exchange pleasantries..i open my book to continue my bonding with christian grey trying to keep my cool.The cabin senior welcomes me,addresses me by name and offers me a drink.I could easily get used to this.My seatmate,(we r gonna refer to him as grandpa),in his heavy french accent asks me what am reading..not sure if he had heard about all the steamy stories in this book..i tell him a book by E.L. James.Clever...or so i think.
Cabin crew come round handing out menus.....A menu...a food menu."Ma'am could i please take your order?"Its not even pushback yet!!Cleo has taken a seat at the corner of my head stretched out waiting to be pampered.I flip through the menu as grandpas' order is taken.Its my turn and for the palatte teaser i pick the baby scallop as if i know what that is.Cleo smiles.I go on to order the baby chicken and mash potatoes and ice cream for dessert.Gourmet icecream.The nice lady looks up after noting everything down and asks."Would you like some soup as well?"Cleo sits up looking like she just heard a grenade go off.Soup for who?She asks in disbelief.
I smile and decline her offer.As she walks away i have an inner conversation with cleo.Spoilt brat.Minutes later take off.I sink back into my seat and relax trying not to look like the newbee here.
Trolley dollies start walking up and down the cabin.This hommies do not even use that metallic trolley that hovers in economy..nooo 'huntie'....they use a nicely arranged trolley covered in white linen and actual metallic cutlery.I mean real silverware with a logo,not the disposables used on the other side of the cabin.
Grandpa starts convo again as i desperately try to take another picture.He offers to help me and in between i sneak a pic of me too...for memories sake.Another lady comes up to me holding a beverage menu offering me a drink.When my eyes land on the polroger champagne,its a wrap for me.A bubbly rose for cleo to sip on with her feet up.
Its so serene,so quiet..not the havoc you experience in economy.This are sophisticated people who want to just relax and ofcourse some like me who are going with the flow.more like learning.My champagne is served and next my palatte teaser.Who knew that you need to tease your palatte before eating your face off?Who??Cleo and i hope that whatever scallop is,it had better not be connected to the sea in any shape or form.Grandpa looks up at me and utters 'Bon appetit'...not sure what to say i utter the same statement back.Me and my two dollar french.
It did not taste like sea food so i quickly gubbled it all,sauce too.Now that we were done teasing my palette,i was ready for my main course.That mashed potato and baby chicken was so good,it had my soul sitting right next to cleo on the sunbed chilling.Sooo good.Table was cleared and it was time for dessert.I was already filling up from all the anxiety and personalised treatment.
When meal service was done,it was just me,christian grey and Polroger enjoying each others company.As i sink deeper into christians' shenanigans,the trolley dolly keeps filling up my glass and before long i start slipping away.I finish up my drink and look for the button to recline my seat.This right here was the task.Like a million buttons..but the fact that it turned out to be a flad bed was a winner.I covered myself with the blankie and wandered off to dreamland.At this point cleo was already knocked out by all the sipping and christian grey thoughts.
Three hours into it,i wake up to use the rest room,and spot some water,a box of Godiva chocolate plus an amenity kit by Giorgio Armani..well hello room service.Cleo quickly gets excited but i brush her off and look around to see if everybody has one before it turns out to be a prank.They do.This was surely 5-star treatment at 40,000ft.I make my way to the lavatory,brush my teeth and sink back into my seat.
Grandpa is asleep too and as i turn on my light to continue reading i try not to wake him lest he starts with his Frenglish again.Crew comes around to check if i need anything as they go about their business.
"Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking,we are now beginning our descent into doha".....Six hours are over already?I wanna experience this ambience longer...ohh well as we land i think to myself.Goodbye Ben,Amarulla breakfast treats,goodbye french guy and back to reality.
Glossary:
1.Frenglish-English with a strong french accent.
Quick shower,doll up and at exactly 4pm my airport transport is here.Making my way through traffic reminiscing about my past week.As i stare outside the window traffic is building up,everybody is just honking..I look at my driver noticing his small eyes.I remember a story told to me by Ben(my interesting cab driver) about my small eyed friends.His theory of why people in china cause accidents alot is because once they smile,their eyes close rendering them blind.I smile to myself and take a selfie while at it.
I get to the airport and check in.Hunger drives me to an eatery where i sink my canines into a succulent double cheese burger.Polite conversation as we all wait to board.The flight is so full so boarding takes forever.We wait our turn.
"Miss maina,please wait here".And i here her call her supervisor.Blood rushes to my brain,sweat glands with no shame are on high alert.My airport flow rushes infront of my eyes trying to figure out if i violated anything whilst in here.Everybody else boarded after me walks past looking at me in disdain.
Supervisor finally comes,"Miss maina your seat has been changed.Here's your new boarding pass."I let out a sigh of relief..how the hell are yall gonna scare me because of a seat change.Oh well..i look down at my boarding pass and walk off.
I make my way through the bridge and the welcoming crew directs me towards the business class cabin.For a minute am not sure if she knows what she is saying.I look down at my ticket stab and it reads 2c..business class..she is right.My inner goddess(Cleo)is running up and down in my head doing the 'gangnam style' while chanting "business class..we are flying business."
I walk in head held high and finally locate my seat.Bulk head seat..leg room for days.I stow my carry on and take my seat.Book check,tabby(my tablet)check and my headset.I buckle up and minutes later an old guy makes his way to the seat next to me.
We exchange pleasantries..i open my book to continue my bonding with christian grey trying to keep my cool.The cabin senior welcomes me,addresses me by name and offers me a drink.I could easily get used to this.My seatmate,(we r gonna refer to him as grandpa),in his heavy french accent asks me what am reading..not sure if he had heard about all the steamy stories in this book..i tell him a book by E.L. James.Clever...or so i think.
Cabin crew come round handing out menus.....A menu...a food menu."Ma'am could i please take your order?"Its not even pushback yet!!Cleo has taken a seat at the corner of my head stretched out waiting to be pampered.I flip through the menu as grandpas' order is taken.Its my turn and for the palatte teaser i pick the baby scallop as if i know what that is.Cleo smiles.I go on to order the baby chicken and mash potatoes and ice cream for dessert.Gourmet icecream.The nice lady looks up after noting everything down and asks."Would you like some soup as well?"Cleo sits up looking like she just heard a grenade go off.Soup for who?She asks in disbelief.
I smile and decline her offer.As she walks away i have an inner conversation with cleo.Spoilt brat.Minutes later take off.I sink back into my seat and relax trying not to look like the newbee here.
Trolley dollies start walking up and down the cabin.This hommies do not even use that metallic trolley that hovers in economy..nooo 'huntie'....they use a nicely arranged trolley covered in white linen and actual metallic cutlery.I mean real silverware with a logo,not the disposables used on the other side of the cabin.
Grandpa starts convo again as i desperately try to take another picture.He offers to help me and in between i sneak a pic of me too...for memories sake.Another lady comes up to me holding a beverage menu offering me a drink.When my eyes land on the polroger champagne,its a wrap for me.A bubbly rose for cleo to sip on with her feet up.
Its so serene,so quiet..not the havoc you experience in economy.This are sophisticated people who want to just relax and ofcourse some like me who are going with the flow.more like learning.My champagne is served and next my palatte teaser.Who knew that you need to tease your palatte before eating your face off?Who??Cleo and i hope that whatever scallop is,it had better not be connected to the sea in any shape or form.Grandpa looks up at me and utters 'Bon appetit'...not sure what to say i utter the same statement back.Me and my two dollar french.
It did not taste like sea food so i quickly gubbled it all,sauce too.Now that we were done teasing my palette,i was ready for my main course.That mashed potato and baby chicken was so good,it had my soul sitting right next to cleo on the sunbed chilling.Sooo good.Table was cleared and it was time for dessert.I was already filling up from all the anxiety and personalised treatment.
When meal service was done,it was just me,christian grey and Polroger enjoying each others company.As i sink deeper into christians' shenanigans,the trolley dolly keeps filling up my glass and before long i start slipping away.I finish up my drink and look for the button to recline my seat.This right here was the task.Like a million buttons..but the fact that it turned out to be a flad bed was a winner.I covered myself with the blankie and wandered off to dreamland.At this point cleo was already knocked out by all the sipping and christian grey thoughts.
Three hours into it,i wake up to use the rest room,and spot some water,a box of Godiva chocolate plus an amenity kit by Giorgio Armani..well hello room service.Cleo quickly gets excited but i brush her off and look around to see if everybody has one before it turns out to be a prank.They do.This was surely 5-star treatment at 40,000ft.I make my way to the lavatory,brush my teeth and sink back into my seat.
Grandpa is asleep too and as i turn on my light to continue reading i try not to wake him lest he starts with his Frenglish again.Crew comes around to check if i need anything as they go about their business.
"Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking,we are now beginning our descent into doha".....Six hours are over already?I wanna experience this ambience longer...ohh well as we land i think to myself.Goodbye Ben,Amarulla breakfast treats,goodbye french guy and back to reality.
Glossary:
1.Frenglish-English with a strong french accent.
