The French Disaster

It's 29^th may and still haven't reached Pakistan. Stuck in this oven like transit lounge . Our next flight to Lahore should be at 6:00 but now it's at 8:00. Dibyendra is laughing at the way i'm spending my time writing out what is happening. As i was saying it sucks. Traveling . If your an Asian no one will respect you. That is what i have learned about this trip till now, of course except for the air hostess.

Me and my friend went on JET airways to Delhi from Kathmandu. It took us an hour and a half to reach delhi. Just before the scheduled flight the aircraft had a technical problem in it's left wing, so we all had to stay in the plane without any AC it was damn hot. The heat was not the problem . The problem was that my friend was not with me. He had been seated four seats before mine. So the whole trip was lonely.

Now you may think where this French things come in. While during the flight their was this French who was sitting next to me in the next lane. He had an empty seat next to him so i kindly asked him whether he wouldn't mind my friend sitting next to him so that i could have his company throughout the flight. The French just urrrsssssh me .. with his lips. That bastard. So home is always sweet, Foreign is often sour.

This is what i get leaving my country and so my waiting begins..............