Drunken idiots are people too...
... and coincidentally still idiots, despite or perhaps thanks to, them being drunk.
Just spent 4 hours sitting next to a half latvian, half finnish, wine connoisseur with a latvian/australian accent and a very well trained liver. He got on the plane, and right away you could see that he was very drunk already.
Of course, he had the seat next to us, and you knew there would be trouble when he could not sit still for a second, but instead went through his hand luggage probably 50 times, wiped his head with a towel that he brought with him onboard, and then proceeded to spray himself obsessively all over with a perfumed moisturizer, including his hair, his face, his arms, his chest and under his arms. Then, just to top things off, he opened his hand luggage once more, and brought out a bottle of pure alcohol and took two deep zips out of it. And the plane hadn't even taken off yet.
At this point in time, we thought for sure he was afraid of flying, but then he started talking to everyone walking by, and seemed calm, so that couldn't have been it either.
When in the air, he proceeded to order wine, drinks and whisky from all of the cabin crew, carefully ordering from the ones he had not ordered from at all, or at least not in a while. When that didn't work, he waited for all the cabin crew to be somewhere other than in the pantry and then simply got up and helped himself to various sorts of alcohol.
Needless to say, after a couple of hours in the air, he was really really drunk. And here's the worst part... he just would not shut up!
Picture yourself sitting on the Stockholm subway, a drunkard spots you (as they invariably always do), sits down next to you and starts talking about how fantastic Bajen is or whatever is on their mind at the moment (it usually is Bajen, but lets not generalize too much). You ignore them completely, yet they just never seem to get the hint and talk to you anyway. Ok... imagine that for 4 hours... it was dreadful.
However. despite this, well, idiot, we actually did make it to Auckland, and after 1.5 hours in customs we are finally at our hotel (which is really nice). We have just booked a sail trip with one of the Americas Cup boats for Christmas Day and are contemplating what to do the other two days in Auckland...
... and we are kind of sleepy.
Just spent 4 hours sitting next to a half latvian, half finnish, wine connoisseur with a latvian/australian accent and a very well trained liver. He got on the plane, and right away you could see that he was very drunk already.
Of course, he had the seat next to us, and you knew there would be trouble when he could not sit still for a second, but instead went through his hand luggage probably 50 times, wiped his head with a towel that he brought with him onboard, and then proceeded to spray himself obsessively all over with a perfumed moisturizer, including his hair, his face, his arms, his chest and under his arms. Then, just to top things off, he opened his hand luggage once more, and brought out a bottle of pure alcohol and took two deep zips out of it. And the plane hadn't even taken off yet.
At this point in time, we thought for sure he was afraid of flying, but then he started talking to everyone walking by, and seemed calm, so that couldn't have been it either.
When in the air, he proceeded to order wine, drinks and whisky from all of the cabin crew, carefully ordering from the ones he had not ordered from at all, or at least not in a while. When that didn't work, he waited for all the cabin crew to be somewhere other than in the pantry and then simply got up and helped himself to various sorts of alcohol.
Needless to say, after a couple of hours in the air, he was really really drunk. And here's the worst part... he just would not shut up!
Picture yourself sitting on the Stockholm subway, a drunkard spots you (as they invariably always do), sits down next to you and starts talking about how fantastic Bajen is or whatever is on their mind at the moment (it usually is Bajen, but lets not generalize too much). You ignore them completely, yet they just never seem to get the hint and talk to you anyway. Ok... imagine that for 4 hours... it was dreadful.
However. despite this, well, idiot, we actually did make it to Auckland, and after 1.5 hours in customs we are finally at our hotel (which is really nice). We have just booked a sail trip with one of the Americas Cup boats for Christmas Day and are contemplating what to do the other two days in Auckland...
... and we are kind of sleepy.
Labels: New Zealand
posted by Joakim at 12:15 AM
3 Comments:
Hej!
Ojoj, den flygresan lät jobbig! Tur att det inte var från Sverige iallafall!
Vad söta djurbilder!
Imorgon är det sista arbetsdagen här i Huddinge före jul, känner mig lite seg. Submittade min artikel i torsdags iallafall, så det var skönt.
Kommer att sakna er mycket på Nyårsafton!
Kram
Hedvig
hej!
skönt att du fick iväg din artikel till slut :) häftigt!
Ja, det blir lite trist att bryta traditionen och inte fira nyår med er :( har ni bestämt vad ni ska hitta på istället?
Får se om vi får se några fyrverkerier här i NZ, verkar inte vara lika vanligt att privatpersoner smäller av fyrverkerier här.
kram kram
hälsa Carl!
Hej igen!
Ännu lugnare här idag på jobbet, men skönt.
Nej, ännu inga planer för Nyår. Jag tror inte att vi åker till Skåne som vi funderade på lite, kanske bara vara hemma och laga mat och sedan titta på fyrverkerierna.
Idag är det lite mer vinterväder här, kallare iallafall och eventuellt lite snö imorgon.
Vi gjorde skinkan igår, det tog nästan 7 timmar i ugnen! Gah! Tillsist fick vi tag på en hyfsad gran, de som fanns kvar såg inte kloka ut.
Hoppas ni får en bra Julafton! Blir det någon julmat? :-)
Kram!
Hedvig
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