It goes something like this:
A Hello Kitty nightmare like this could only mean one thing: Fanfan and I made it back to Taiwan alive.
We got back last night, so we're still trying to get everything in order. I've got to get enrolled in school and find a job. I hope to, at least, get the former done in the next weeks before we leave for the East-West Center seminar in Thailand in two weeks so that I can get everything together for my visa. If it's not possible, maybe I'll be taking a trip to Hong Kong in the coming months.
Oh, the joys of life abroad.
I'm sitting on an airplane. The purring engines sing of the opportunity and adventure that await me in Taiwan. I'm tired but happy.
We find our seats, and the small TV screen on the seatback in front of me catches my eye. I see Hello Kitty.
I don't think much of it, until I am served dinner, and my dinner is a heap of Hello Kitty, with Hello Kitty napkins and Hello Kitty condiments.
I start to get nervous. I call the stewardess, who's wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron. She consoles me and says that if I feel sick there is a Hello Kitty barf-bag in the seat pocket.
She hands me a packet of Hello Kitty snack mix to calm my stomach.
All I can do is grip my armrests and pray to be woken up. I pinch myself and click my heals. "There's no place like Taiwan." "There's no place like Taiwan." "There's no place..."
It doesn't work. I'm not sleeping. The stewardess announces the plane has been painted with Hello Kitty and that we'll be landing in Taiwan in three hours.
God help me.
A Hello Kitty nightmare like this could only mean one thing: Fanfan and I made it back to Taiwan alive.
We got back last night, so we're still trying to get everything in order. I've got to get enrolled in school and find a job. I hope to, at least, get the former done in the next weeks before we leave for the East-West Center seminar in Thailand in two weeks so that I can get everything together for my visa. If it's not possible, maybe I'll be taking a trip to Hong Kong in the coming months.
Oh, the joys of life abroad.
6 comments:
It could be worse...that could be how everyday in your life is...
Haha, congrats on your triumphant return. I've always wondered about EVA Air. At least being out-cuteseyed to death by Hello Kitty is better than the brutal disdain of the American aviation industry...
Let's hear it for EVA Air! You will be made happy... You will experience cuteness...
I also took the Hello Kitty plane before. When I saw " I start to get nervous. .....She consoles me and says that if I feel sick there is a Hello Kitty barf-bag in the seat pocket.", I laughed. I guess it wil become one of your unforgeting memory. Hah~
Yeah, they really thought of everything. It seems like the marketing team would have said, "Barf bags? No. Not the barf bags. We dont our customers associating Hello Kitty with spewing their guts."
Then again, they obviously did not care about that.
I had worse. I was served by a bunch of butch stewardess on Qantas who didn't bother shaving. One had hair on her chest. Bizarre.