He was jaded, Understandably so. He'd been filled with plane food and in and out of sleep for the past 24 hours.
- Mmmm.
He enjoyed tasting the last part of the coffee, the thicker liquid near the bottom of the cup that was a little sweeter than the rest.
He wasn't sure why but he had a feeling of deja vu about the airport.
- It's the first time to pass through Istanbul? Maybe not
It was all a blur.
- How would it feel to be home?
Flying from Urumqi to Istanbul was curious. The mixture of the people on the plane. Chinese, they kind you expect, and Chinese Muslims, there dress and demeanour, and ethnic group all together different from the Han Chinese in the east. Seeing this didn't totally justify his decision to fly home the way he was though.
He was asked to move seats at the start of that flight. A Chinese man rushed over to him not long after he had sat down and gesticulated that he was with his wife and wanted to sit with her.
- Not really much choice. Don't want a grumpy person to sit by during the whole flight.
He wanted to clear his bowels before boarding.
It had been a long hard slog this cafe Nero in Istanbul airport. A slightly impromptu coffee on the way to the next gate for his final flight to the UK conjured up a feeling of anticipation again.
- What a tough night
What a tough flight from Beijing to Urumqi and then Istanbul. Cups dropped on him. Elbows. Requests to switch seats for a separate husband and wife - why? - The faulty seat. The back pain from sleeping on the floor of the airport. Lack of money exchange services in Istanbul airport.
- So many posers in airports. Looking good in their Starbucks. Avoiding the drudgery of laborious airport travel. Show offs
- Do only the rich fly?
He thought about buying Turkish Delight.
He could feel the English closing in.
- Shouldn't have passed through China.
Gatwick would be his 5th airport in 24 hours.
- Mmmm.
He enjoyed tasting the last part of the coffee, the thicker liquid near the bottom of the cup that was a little sweeter than the rest.
He wasn't sure why but he had a feeling of deja vu about the airport.
- It's the first time to pass through Istanbul? Maybe not
It was all a blur.
- How would it feel to be home?
Flying from Urumqi to Istanbul was curious. The mixture of the people on the plane. Chinese, they kind you expect, and Chinese Muslims, there dress and demeanour, and ethnic group all together different from the Han Chinese in the east. Seeing this didn't totally justify his decision to fly home the way he was though.
He was asked to move seats at the start of that flight. A Chinese man rushed over to him not long after he had sat down and gesticulated that he was with his wife and wanted to sit with her.
- Not really much choice. Don't want a grumpy person to sit by during the whole flight.
He wanted to clear his bowels before boarding.
It had been a long hard slog this cafe Nero in Istanbul airport. A slightly impromptu coffee on the way to the next gate for his final flight to the UK conjured up a feeling of anticipation again.
- What a tough night
What a tough flight from Beijing to Urumqi and then Istanbul. Cups dropped on him. Elbows. Requests to switch seats for a separate husband and wife - why? - The faulty seat. The back pain from sleeping on the floor of the airport. Lack of money exchange services in Istanbul airport.
- So many posers in airports. Looking good in their Starbucks. Avoiding the drudgery of laborious airport travel. Show offs
- Do only the rich fly?
He thought about buying Turkish Delight.
He could feel the English closing in.
- Shouldn't have passed through China.
Gatwick would be his 5th airport in 24 hours.
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