‘Do we get food on the plane, babe?’
She’s no idea. We’re about to take the 3.5 hour arc from lanky Hong Kong to expensive Singapore where we’ll connect to the as yet unknown Perth. Perth – btw – sounds like purse with a lisp.
As we bank all wibbly-wobbly over the wibbly-wobbly reservoirs descending into our destination, I reminisce over my earlier idiocy. Continue reading