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Published: July 11th 2018
This won’t be a regular regurgitation of the day’s minutiae but a sporadic spewing of travel trivia and notable ‘Al’ moments. I would like to reason this is to avoid boring any readers or even due to the infrequency of reliable wifi, but more honestly it will be because I am lazy.
Our flights were mercifully uneventful apart from a rude/ignorant man seated in front of me for the 12 hour flight. His chair was broken, (I’m not convinced he didn’t break it) so when he reclined the back he would bounce on it until it hit my knees. As I am only 5ft 2 that’s a hell of a recline. Once tight against my knees he would continue to apply pressure to eek out every micro millimetre of space. His seat ended up nearly double a chairs width lower than the rest of the reclined row. I felt like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube every time I had to get up. Not content with annexing my airspace he continued his offensive by stowing his stuff under his chair, AKA my foot space...plane etiquette Please. I churlishly kicked his stuff out at every opportunity.
My smile returned at Frankfurt airport where we saw a 3*3m glass green house like box, roof and all. Inside was crowded with bodies misted in smoke, the glass door opened and billows of smoke escaped to clear the way for a wheelchair bound guy to be shoved inside. It was like a glass elevator for smokers, the clouded clumsy shuffling to squeeze more folk in was hilarious to watch.
We had 5 hours in Frankfurt airport so decided to treat ourselves to the business class lounge. Luke and Al immediately began making the most of the free beer, even at 7am! By the time they had cracked their 4th “great German beer” they discovered it was non alcoholic. I chortled happily into my tea while the boys hastily sought to compensate for their error.
A whirlwind of family fun and festivities followed, and I have one more anecdote for today.
People were frantically frocking up for the party when Bec asks Al for ‘pants’, Taylor’s didn’t fit him. Being a Scott Al understands ‘pants’ as underwear, but to Aussie Bec and Tay it means trousers. Al looked worried and said he might not have anymore clean ones with him, to which Bec replied, Tay said it didn’t matter, he’ll wear them dirty. Even more concerned now, Al decided not to handover his dirty undies and trots along to Robs room, Bec,Trudi and Lucy in tow. He prepped Rob with the caveat that this might be a strange request and went in hard, ‘do you have any clean underpants Tay can borrow?’ The girls doubled over laughing while the boys looked confused. Taylor did eventually borrow some clean trousers.
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Alicia
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Glad to hear you can see the funny side of an uncomfortable position. Hope Alan finds some "real beer" in Germany. Look forward to your next post. Take care and enjoy!