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Trip over (the carpet)

OK so started out well enough, Singapore airlines is great and to begin with I had a whole row to myself. Then he came... A very slim Indian man with a buttery coloured turban. I stood up to let him in, but first he put his luggage up in the overhead compartments brushing my arm with his sweat-dampened shirt. At least we had a seat between us I thought, but that didn't make a difference. Early on this 60 odd man started making weird noises, pulling his beard and massaging his legs.

When the lovely air hostess came around he asked for a glass of red wine in a rather rude and demanding manner. He then interrupted my movie(the boat that rocked) to ask me where I was going and to tell me he was going home to India. I noticed he had drained his cup.

Later after he demanded the help of an host with his entertainment centre( and a few more glasses of red wine) he tried talking to me again. He wanted to know why I was going to the UK and attempted to talk about his visit. I struggled with this conversation and tried politely to go back to my movie. I noticed later that he looked bored and was counting his money. For some reason he made me promise to call him in India. He wrote down his address and phone number which was completely eligible. He wanted me to call him for what I gathered as memories of his trip. He babbled on about memories, his son and me promising to call him. He also demanded my address and phone number which I fictionated. After I put his details away he kept making me get them back out so he could check the details and explain it again. He then wrote on another number or two.

I sat there uncomfortably feeling unable to go back to my movie. The flight attendant came past asking if we would like drinks(meaning water of juice). He demanded his usual poison while the hostess tried to push water on him instead which he firmly declined. Subtly she crouched down and back asking me if he was being ok, I said he was fine.

He then started questioning/attempting to talk to me again. This time I noticed he had $100 kiwi dollars in his hand. He then tried giving it to me. I refused and said I could. Mr India insisted so when I said I cant he got rather heavy and started calling me his daughter. And making smoochy lips and patting my head. Then I asked him if he was sure and he started crying saying yes yes your my daughter mmmwah mwahh stroke stroke ( his actions). Tears dropped straight and fast from his eyes. I asked him if he had and other family and he said no daughters, Repeating that I must ring him.

Thoroughly freaked out and annoyed I went to the lavatory. I took the $100 hoping to bump into a stewardess. I went right out back into the curtained off kitchen to tell her. Both her and another steward were there. They looked quite entertained when I told them about the money, but when I told them about the rest they looked alarmed and were very apologetic. She went to find me a new seat and offered to give him the $100 back after I had moved.

We noticed he had gone to the Loo so we staged my escape. I grabbed my stuff and she took me a special way to avoid bumping into him. She told me she would tell him my TV had broken. She placed me in the front row next to this young dosing guy I recognized from the terminal. He woke up suddenly thinking where the heck did that come from. I filled him in on my situation and reason for leaving. We quickly became fast friends chatting easily about EVERYTHING.

Then a commotion of flight attendants seemed to bustle into the cabin. I noticed the girl sitting in front of me to begin with was standing up and away from her seat. The hosts/hostesses were running around with spray and paper towels whilst Mr India moved his way to the toilets. The lady across the row informed us that he had thrown up everywhere including my previous seat. The standing girl came and sat with us informing us of his pink vomit. He then sat continuing to throw up in his bag.

I really do not think I can drink red wine for a while, or kiss anyone or drink a strawberry milkshake.

At Singapore Greg and I avoided him as best as possible. We spent around 6 exhaustive hours waiting for our separate flights. Both to London! Singapore airports is massive! needing sky trains to get any where quicker than half an hour. Towards our departures we could hardly walk from the weight of our bags and the fact that we thought it 2:30 in the morning.

Oh and they have a Guylian cafe!-Yum

On to Lufthansa all I wanted to do was sleep, but they feed us first. I then got maybe four hours sleep. In Frankfurt we had to hellishly go through two checkpoints and walk miles to get anywhere. One security check took a very very long time. Finally onto a bus and then too the plane.

Weehoo London calling.

A bit off the point...

Banana Choc Chip Muffins

- Very nice. Made a double recipe with 4 Bananas, a sprinkling of nuts and choc icing.

Thank you allrecipes.com

INGREDIENTS
1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
3/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 egg
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup plain yogurt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup mashed ripe bananas
3/4 cup semisweet chocolate chips
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DIRECTIONS
In a large bowl, combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. In another bowl, combine the egg, oil, yogurt and vanilla. Stir into dry ingredients just until moistened. Fold in bananas and chocolate chips. Fill greased or paper-lined muffin cups two-thirds full. Bake at 350 degrees F for 22-25 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Cool for 5 minutes before removing from pans to wire racks.

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