Ok, after a friend said that I decided to change that and post my first, real journal. Although I liked the putative inversion ?your silence let you appear so omniscient? much more.

There are many topics to write about. So what to start with?

With the protein shake standing in front of me? I thought it would be a good idea to ?drink this after just coming back from a bike tour. Hey, you have to do something for your body in that age (right babe?). But I really prefer things which are solid or with firm consistency to eat or something liquid to drink. Slimy, moscous items are not so much my preference. And regardless how much milk I pour in this ?thing? is not changing its consistency.

Another topic would be the fear of a biker for manhole covers in Bangkok.

Or why the balls of blue-eye hanging on my ceiling although I just know him for one day and we are even not gay!

Let?s change the topic and let?s speak about seat numbers.

Seat number 1:

I fly a lot and mostly get the best service but 2 things in the last time make me worry.

First was a flight to Eastern-Europe?..

Although there is no plane dump on Munich airport the bus was taking us into an area looking a bit like this. Plane quite small, I waited with the other guys (mainly business travelers, only men) to enter the plane via the small staircase. When I entered some people where already sitting in the first rows, and I was trying to get the boarding pass out of my pocket to check my sear number.

Then ?she? was there. I do not know how ?she? approached so fast, but out of nothing she was standing 30cm in front of me. My eyes were moving from my ticket to forward direction and all they could see were 2 convexities covered by too little fabric. After moving the head upwards, putting on a smile I could see her face. First thought: is she 2.50m or 3.50 m tall?

Second thought: Was she word champion in shot-putting or javelin? Before even able to open my mouth she made it clear that I have to sit right here. ?.Ok, later I understood that the seat numbers are not important. Just fill the seats like u enter the plane.

You should have seen 20 men sitting in the plane, smiling at each other like small boys about what happened. The noise of the plane made it almost impossible to talk during the flight. But that was perhaps a precaution; do not let me imagine if you would say a wrong word?

I also like how the meal was served in an elegant throw (or better dropping) on your table.. wutschhh? We arrived all safe, sound and happy. Hey at least she did not hit us!

Seat number 2:

Was flying with a friend to Surat. At the check-in the girl asked us if we wanted a seat with ?more place? oki, do it baby. We were quit late, so taking all our stuff (backpack, bag, laptop, food.?) inside the plane. Not many people in the waiting room, we were about 15 people (all Thai , 2 farangs). After the bus took us to the plane (which was quite huge from outside) we entered the plane. And with 15 people inside, the plane was even bigger. Ok, about 15 Thais sitting in row 1-4?.. 2 farangs sitting in row 44 at the emergency exit.

After we managed to stuff all backpacks, laptops, bags.. in the locker we looked down the aisle and some 100 meters in front were sitting the other people. Stewardess 1 was doing her regular security presentation. Plane went direction runway.

And then they discovered us in the back of the plane. Somehow a bit angry stewardess 1 asked us to pack out belongings and sit in front. Ok, take all the bags, backpacks, food out, and we wander the 200m in front, stuff again all the backpacks, bags, food?in the locker and sit happily with the other people. Hey, and an additional security presentation only for us! ( i think they look quite cute in the yellow life jacket :-) ) Cool. At least you feel a bit better if do not have to sit like leper in the back of the plane. Stewardess no2. passes by, sees our boarding pass ?44A? 44C. She made it clear we have to sit on the assigned places..?what the fu.. ?and please take ur belongings with u!? WTF??

Ok, take out all the backpacks, bags and laptops. Sorry, the food, especially the chips are not made for this torture, so they decided to burst. To the delight of the stewardess no. 2 this bag disappeared in a rain of chips, barbecue flavor, row 3-5.

Ok, then wander back somehow 300m to our old seats, squeezing all the things in again. Easy now, the chips were gone. When we left the plane we got an evil eye from stewy1 and stewy2. Sorry girls forgive us, we did nothing wrong.

End of the story is that I am still confused what the seat numbers on the boarding pass really mean.

Ok, the protein shake is still in front of me but I think if I dilute it 1:10000 with milk it?s drinkable. By the way, I think tadpoles are a high-protein meal. That would be another interesting story. Right babe? :-))))

maybe less?

simplify your life, take the bus.