Heaven knows how I’m sick of getting on the plane.

No Internet. No Facebook. No outside world.

Cruching yourself in a undersized room. Sometimes talking to stranger or client. Most of the time no talking at all. Games used to help and, once you getting old, you would kind of getting bored by that. Travel only good when you travel with your loved ones and super bad when travel alone.

I think this when the idea of eating and shopping on the plane stepped in to cure that loneliness. Someone had a very good idea of turning your misery into money. Clever people indeed. Imagine you can turn loneliness into profit. Must be a fortune doing that.

Still flying. Still trying. Don’t know how much longer I would survive this. My greatest dream is to stay put on the ground for the whole long month.