When did I actually write my blog? - Sitting in Nairobi Airport 2 months after I decided I'm going to write a blog (The inspiration was the film Julia and Juliet, if she can write about cooking I can write about something.)
The waiting room is pretty jammed, people are sleeping on floor and in chairs. Babies crying, old man snoring, books being read, phones being used to send texts and all sorts you can think of.
A good looking guy is sitting in front of me reading a book (or just pretending to reading it) and constantly looking in my direction - Never see the "looking" at someone in doctor's waiting rooms, on trains or planes going any further.
Anyway the good news is that there are 3 tanned, blond, skinny girls sitting right next to me, looking very trendy in posh outfits, books in their hands, I know it's a weird combination but it does exist.
And me, oh yes eating M&M'S - the one with peanuts - from my bag so who ever looks at me for more then 2 seconds can't see me eating them, the writing's in small letters so no one can read it. I think I'm going to be so sick if I don't stop eating a whole pack. Nice little set up, when finally the flight lady (I have no idea what their proper job title is but she's wearing an airlines branded jacket and starts to shout at us - tired, bored, posh, chocolate eaters, good looking passenger to bes) says "Let's board" (in a more informal way of course).
Then we board and queue up and fight to be at the front and all sorts. I do, I mean try to do the same. Quickly packing my chocolate away and shove my pen and my piece of paper into my big handbag - I know it will take me at least 30 minutes to find them again. After my fight with my zip I look up and the girls, old man, crying babies have all cleared off and there are only 3 people standing in the waiting room. It is the flight lady the good looking guy and me.
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