Here at the PPC airport, waiting for my plane to arrive. As usual, I'm here early because I want nice(r) seats, to make sure I'm first to ask for row 31 or 62.
Alas, it's not a 330 but a 320.
Row 11 then A320. Exit row, leg room for my very long lanky legs.
Naks.
PPC airport on a Friday afternoon
I quickly go to my fave stall inside.
it has no name...
Just as I was waiting for the food I ordered, Katrina calls me on my mobile:
K: "Are you in the airport now?"
R: "As if you don't know that."
K: "Hahahhaa. Are you eating your noodles and hotdog sanwich now?"
R: "No. Okay I've to go now."
- Rye
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