QMusings

I lost time flying east to Singapore and then “gained” it back flying southwest to South Africa. A bit like 2 steps forward, one-step back.

I slept pretty well – the fully reclined seat was cozy. When you’re four-foot-ten-and-three-quarters, what is small to most people can be ample for you.

I woke up before everyone else. I felt rested and alert and excited because I was almost there – almost to Cape Town! I imagined seeing my friends and exchanging all the hugs we’d written about. What I did not imagine was any high-pitched squealing, omigodding or girlish bouncing around.

Can you imagine the Inimitable Ms. Q acting in this manner? I hope not. Not that there is anything wrong with this. It’s just not my thing. I hadn’t seen Laverne and Shirley in 8 years but I’d never had any evidence that they were prone to … squealing.

Ms. Q doesn’t squeal. She embarrasses herself in far more inventive ways like taking photos of airport bathrooms and sometimes peeing on her ankle if forced to use a squat toilet. We won’t even discuss her occasionally referring to herself in the third person.

I read for a while and then the Singapore Girls started getting into gear. I was more than ready for coffee when asked. I was unprepared for being given the choice of brewed or espresso coffee.

Wow. I replied the brew was fine and to do whatever was easiest for them.

Check out my cup of coffee:

It was a thing of beauty as well as richly flavored: dark roasted, complex, first bitter on the tongue then smooth. Whoof.

It looks like she made me an espresso.

When breakfast was in full swing and I requested a refill with just a little milk (I only like about a teaspoon to ease the bitterness) the coffee was suspiciously delicious. I asked if she had used milk or cream. The Singapore Girl looked a bit aghast and said, “Oh, I used cream – did you want milk?” I said that I had, but the cream was OK but she whisked my cup away despite my protests.

I’m not used to this type of service, which added to my enjoyment. I sat quietly eating my breakfast and thinking Wow. Wow-wow-wow. Yippee! Yippee-yippee-yippee! An inner boinga-boinga-boinga.

Boinga-boinga-boinga was my inner child jumping on a springy bed.

I began to get into the spirit of the vacation. A cup of very good coffee and I had entered into Vacation Mode. Vacation Mode meant that I should be taking a lot more photos.

Check out my fruit plate.

I’d never been given so much silverware on a flight in my life.

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