flight home
Tuesday, February 15th, 2005(at kuala lumpur airport)
the flight was much more pleasant than my flight to sydney last year. the main reason for that is probably the lc display at every seat, showing ~10 movie channels, 10 music stations + some “interactive content” (tetris + co.). i spent the first hours watching ‘the edukators’ (die fetten jahre sind vorueber) - a very nicely shot german movie about 3 twens more or less accidentally kidnapping a millionaire…. (it’s not a comedy, the air line magazine says it’s a drama…well, not really, but it’s great anyway).
boarding time….
later…. at vienna air port. i was too lazy to get my laptop out during the flight, so i spent most of the 12h flight sleeping, watching movies and eating. my next flight to berlin is delayed by one hour.
a couple of interesting details from the last flights:
my air line (austria air) belongs to a larger air line called lauda air, which is apparently owned by niki lauda. as a result the entertainment systems offered such things as ‘nikis kids world’ and an separate section with information about laudas life - i could resist the temptation.
before landing in kuala lumpur: “ladies and gentlement, please be advised that importing illegal drugs into malaysia is a serious offense and will be charged with death penalty” - please throw your drugs out of the window now, or what did that austrian-english voice want to tell us here?
the seats all had adjustable head rests. you could even bend them so you had some padding at the side which made it much more comfortable (or even possible) to sleep - too bad i was almost the only one who found out - man these people were hanging in their seats
the bastards from the air line had put the manual for the business class seats into the air line magazine available at every seat, so we 2nd class passengers could read about how good the rich guys in the front had it; and that chief flight attendant also introduced the business class only chef to everyone. grrrr. food was not so bad anyway, and there was plenty of it.
switch to vienna air port:
culture shock europe
i know, i am supposed to experience what people call a culture shock when i go to a foreign country, but i think it’s at least as interesting when you come back and re-experience all the things you have forgotten about.
- the first negative thing i notice: there are smoking areas at the air port. of course the smoke does not stay there. you’d never have that in australia. the government there is actually preparing a law that bans smoking from all public places, including pubs.
- it’s freezing cold here, a ‘freaking fridge’ as my flat mate tanny put it when i explained the concept of a european winter to her. actually even worse than a 8 degrees warm fridge - it’s 2 degrees C. i wonder why i’m the only one in a t-shirt here. but when i came to australia i was the only one having a sweater/jacket so i guess that’s okay
- the vienna air port looks much less friendly than sydney. everything looks so cold (and the metal seats are). everyone is wearing black and grey clothes here - except me in red. i guess i’ll witch to my black fleece sweater in a minute, surrendering to the temperatures. at least my laptop gives me a bit of warmth - thank you for inefficient processors that produce some 50W of heat.
- every second poster on the wall is in english, or worse half english half german. but it’s not english, it’s german translated into something they call english here…. (yeah, i know i probably could not do it any better)
- the amount of old people has dramatically increased, in fact i see hardly anyone under 30. there are plenty of 60+-year-olds
- first question of the austrian customs officer: “irgendwas eingedascht?” - i must have looked really puzzled, i couldn’t remember having stolen anything. “anyssing in yoor pocketss?” - ah. no, nothing.
- boarding time. i wonder if i can use the informal ‘du’ when talking to the flight attendant. she doesn’t look like she’s much older than me. i try a charming ‘hi’ and get a ‘grueasss gottt’ and ‘bittaschoeeen’ in response. thanks.
- next to me is sitting a probably half senile ~75 YO blabbering bullshit to his wife next to him, in this typical *german* way some of these old guys that survived WW2 talk. man how much i’ve missed that….
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