I love flying, the further I go, the more I enjoy the yourney. I love everything from packing through waiting at the airport to the scent on the board. That magic mixture of coffee, bittersweet Earl Grey tea, microwavable food, recycled air and humans. Who wouldn´t love it?
And then imagine you´re sitting next to some highly interesting passanger and you have full five hours in front of you. Five hours of short polite talks, comments about the food served on board and hours of pretended interest for each other. Even better is if you happen to sit next to a child – it´s great opportunity to throw stuffed Pooh teddy bear at each other and to get that wonderful book where you have to find blue dog hiding on each page, you can smile at each other, no need to talk, just loving the milk-rice they give you together with some kind of dump lasagne and chewy croissant. This is why I love flying so much, that´s why I´ll never grow tired of it. If five hours is absolute delight, then imagine that after that, you´ll board another plane for another five-hours-long heavenly flight.
And after almost half a day of traveling, running across various airports and meeting people who absolutely don´t care about you, you find yourself in Jommo Kenyatta International Airport and the adventure just begins. That´s why I love flying.