Monday, June 20, 2005

An exercise in futility

The South African fascination with queues never ceases to amaze me.

What's the point of queing to get onto a plane that isn't leaving without you? Is it to be first to get to a seat that has been reserved for you?

On the plus side, a tip from a friend paid off - the seats in the emergency exit isle frequently have an extra ten to twenty centimeters of leg-room. Just enough for me.

The way this plane is bobbing up and down, you can tell we have a female pilot... woman drivers. Landing should be an adventure. *duck*