Have Cool, Will Travel

Travelling rocks. 

Not just the flying chunk of metal that appears to have been designed for the sole purpose of freezing your extremities off, but the fact that it never gets old. That coming from a person who has, for the past 19 years flown at least twice a year, is saying something. From the little things like seeing Dubai lit up from metres up in the sky (which by the way looks kicks arse), to having the honour of sitting next to a German man who, from the vigour in which he was picking his nose, seemed to have lost something up there. (A stray thought perhaps?) And then of course you have the sheer awesomeness of the generic headphones which work in both ears. Just not at the same time, meaning by the end of the flight you're only deaf in one ear.

We also have the scrumptious airline food, which with all its mediocre ingredients and its mass produced flavour makes for a pretty tiny meal. A tiny meal served with tiny water, tiny fruit bowls and tiny utensils. For, we all know that big utensils are what cause a majority of the terrorist attacks. 

The pilot then takes the time to tell us little tidbits of what he thinks we care about. "We are now flying at an altitude of 38,560 metres." for instance. At which point I was hoping some little be speckled nerdy bloke would jump up and scream "WHAT!!, by now we should be at least 38,630 metres up!" but no such bloke appeared. "The temperature outside is -35 degrees Celsius." which of course tells one that, should you choose to step out onto the patio of this airbus A330, a light jacket simply won't do. We then have the "cruising" speed. A leisurely 700 Km/h. "Awesome!, screw the Bugatti Veyron, I'm getting me one of those air plane thingies".

All this being said i still love travelling. The amazing places, the kick arse picture opportunities, the weird people you encounter, and of course, the free airport Wi-Fi.