The Eagle is back to Home Base

This time the flight from Dubai-Kl was far more comfortable than the 5 hours of torment from Moscow-Dubai... because I have my tv...

and also the whole three seats to myself....

Yeah!



















The whole idea of travelling alone especially when it involves transiting sucks alot because:

1. There's no one to watch over your bags...

means you have to constantly be aware of your own belongings.... also means that you have to carry it around anywhere and everywhere you go.. like the toilet....

2. there's no one to wake you up when it's time to board...which then results unnecessary panic moments

Like when I suddenly woke up and realised that no-one was around me... . I checked my time and the clocks say 10.50am while I remembered that the boarding time was 9.30am.... My heart seriously dropped.... I was swearing and cursing here there and everywhere... turns out... that it was actually 9.50am, the gate opens at 9.30am and boarding time was at 10.30am....

3. there's no one to wake you up when it's time to eat...

I missed my flight meal.... well it's no big deal... but this time the meal include TIRAMISU!!! WITH CHOCOLATE SAUCE SOME MORE WEH...... I was craving for that man... well too bad lahh...

But overall, the trip back was alright...

and once the wheels of the plane touches the ground, I realised that everything's over... Kursk is more like a dream to me... I'm home... .... though this place is home.. and it gives me a sense of belonging.... it also gives me the feeling of being trapped...  like a bird... after flying few thousand miles.... it finally returned back to its own cage... & some day, I'll be free again.... & I'll will continue flying.. far away... but no matter how far I fly... I will return back to my very own cage...

& as I stepped out of the airport.... the humid air which again surrounds me... and I'm overwhelmed with my allergy again...... No doubt, I'm home for real.