Travel anecdotes and notes
A series of observations, imaginings and happenings on a recent globe spanning flight.
God bless the Germans! Real knives and forks, and finally, twenty hours since I left God's own, real food, where "Lacto Ovo" is more Ovo than lack—an actually appetising pasta meal and a real bread roll. The German air hostess with equine familiarity is back to serve my meal, and sternly orders rather than asks the man in front of me to straighten his seat, giving me a fighting chance of eating without an accident in this oversized tin can. I am beginning to think that I would like Germany a lot more than I once thought.
Unlike my previous flight, I am not distracted whilst seasoning my main course, and avoid an unpalatably hot dusting of pepper which burning hunger could not broach.
I am almost tempted to take the cutlery home, not as table implements but art, for I rather like the well-designed Lufthansa logo embossed prominently on each stem. I am reminded of a craze many years back for stealing BMW and Mercedes logos from the hood of cars, status symbols reinvented as coveted neckwear.
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