Hi guys, I am writing this on the phone, in the air, from the middle aisle of a plane, sandwiched between Jik and a stranger, on the way to Fiji. It is a 4 hours flight from Sydney, and I spent the first hours sleeping. I just woke up to have my late lunch/early dinner.
I make a point to pre-choose my inflight dining meals whenever possible, so I get to try different meals that might not be as easily accessible on land. Also, it does make flying, a travel activity that I don’t enjoy, a bit more bearable. This time, I chose a Moslem Meal as it was the first flight I had taken that offered it on the menu.
I was pretty excited when I opened the aluminium foil cover and saw pasta with stir-fried-looking chicken bits; it looked promising. Unfortunately, the pasta needed a few more minutes to reach al dente, and the chicken tasted sweet and just that, with no other spices, including salt. I closed the lid after two spoons and proceeded with the bread. The bread, unfortunately, was also dry and uninviting. How did they manage to choose the worst basic bread is beyond me. What was left was a piece of Tymo, a bar of coconut-flavoured chocolate (I think), which looked good enough that I decided to take it home for Fafa.
So here I am, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, with a hungry stomach (6 PM local time) but grateful ━ for waking up at Jik’s new place, for the care package she gave yesterday, for a quiet morning meditation in her beautiful expansive backyard, for the flat white she Uber-ed for us this morning, for the overpriced shwarma with very little rice I gulped right before we departed, for a safe flight, for going on this trip with Jik and for Fiji that’s waiting for us.
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