On the plane home...

Were finally on the flight only for me to be trapped in the middle of everything. On one side my mother is freaking out about the flight, while my friend is pocketting every item available from the toilets into her pocket and dumping in our bags. There was only one thing to do. I ordered my mother a scotch and coke while I popped a motion sickness tablet to knock me out. Anything was better than dealing with this. Meanwhile I watched mean girls and laughed out every 2 seconds. I wasn't sure if the movie was funny or I had taken a wrong pill.

Were in Dubai

We arrive in Dubai only to swap flights. We ran off the flight and before I could even consider exploring any part of the airport my mother panics that were missing the connecting flight. So we quickly do a lap and end up back in the terminal only to realise we have to wait 45 minutes. This is when I get blamed that my mother could have had 5 smokes in the smoking room outside the terminal. So for spite I threaten her that if she leaves for a smoke that I will board the plane and she will miss her flight.

Meanwhile to make time past we take random photos of the airport. Im feeling pretty drugged up at this stage.

Finally we arrive back on the plane. I can't remember what movie was playing but I remember wanting to watch spiderman 2. Meanwhile my friend manages to pocket more toothbrushes and eye masks. My mother starts to panic if they search her bag how the hell she's going to explain the 15 toothbrushes we took.

My friend starts to get excited that Gordon Ramsey, a famous chef has prepared one of the plane dishes. Mr so called famous chef ruined my trip. I barely made it into the toilet to vomit the food back out. For crying out loud what the hell was that. Trust me trying to vomit on a plane isn't pleasant. I thought my lungs were exploding out of my mouth. I don't know how the hell I made it back to the seat in time for landing. Actually I think we might have landed while I was throwing up. I don't remember. I just remember pushing people out of my way when they were grabbing their bags so that I can vomit again. The year of the vomit returns for one last vomit.

Were in Singapore

We arrive in Singapore where we farewell my friend but not before my mother insists that we take a photo together with vomit dripping down my mouth still. My friend goes off to shop while my mother and I do some duty free shopping.

We go back to the terminal only for me to start feeling the need to vomit. I ran out of the terminal while my mother is panicking that im going to miss the flight. This time I don't have any time to listen to her. I race back to the toilet and let it all out again. This throw up was the best. I think it helped clear what it was inside of me that wanted to come out. I struggle back to the terminal wanting to go home only to discover that our flight has been delayed. We end up waiting for another 45 minutes while they clean the bloody plane up.