The Rice Road: Chapter 1/a

In the queue for the check-in there was an asian girl with lots of bags and a boyfriend and it seemed so obvious that she was flying to Hong Kong with me and I was for sure going to make friends with her that now, already sat on the plane to Munich it is hard for me to fight my disappointment for she is not here. I keep looking towards the front door of our flying tube and she is still not coming. i'll just have to ask someone else how to say 'i'm hungry' in Chinese.

I think i am a true hero (secret one perhaps). Half an hour before getting onto the plane a little devil of a suspicion started ripeninginside my (rather twisted) mindthat the book i bought(as i refuse to fall into slavery of dependency upon DebilGuides)is quite poo. The book. I truly do hope it is only a bad feeling and the fact that it has no pictures and proper maps(also known as DebilMaps)actually does mean that the book is very good and very helpful (or maybe enriching and vitalising in a way?) and proves how very intelligent I am (or should be to manage that book).

I really am hungry.
And I really do not like horrible German stewardesses.

Except for being an intellectual (which you, of course, become automatically in such case as not having a DebilGuide in your possession), I think I do have everything.
My mOm has gone totally off the wall(bless) and so my backpack except for a sleeping bag and a yoga roll matt has: B12 vitamins, Schweden bitter, sun cream (that may also be a self tan spray as the man selling it to me made me really consider, or perhaps rather wonder about what I actually want to do with a sun cream and told me that the best way not to get suntanned is not to go in the sun), then there are tweezers, razor and mirror(whispers of old-day-Romanian-memories), water purifying tablets, antimalaria tablets, repelent (do things like that work for bed bugs...or a shoe maybe?), washing liquid, dry wash, sexy bag...and a towel as a proper hitchiker should have.

looked in the map and the book.
Now am really excited.

* an ugly german stewardess tolfd me to switch my phone off.