Nepal Odyssey: white isn’t my choice

We arrived at the airport after a struggle. One interesting billboards we found along the way on the bus-stops along the way were of this Asian girl, just lying there, with a sign "White is my choice". I still have no idea about what the ad was about, but lets say the sign proved quite ironic later.

Even James Bond isn't immune from yellow fever. Hmm...what to hold? handle bars or a hot asian woman's hand?

Maybe this sexist graph can give us an idea as to why women like guys in general? Gold-diggers!

We rush through the airport to the budget terminal as our remaining check-in time can be easily counted in seconds. Jimbo and I were just exhausted from clubbing, and I also had food poisoning. Speed became quite and issue. We (finally) arrived at the counter and managed to check in and sat for the 1^st time in a while in the comfort of a non-truly-budget airlines: Silk Air. It’s kinda budget – it’s the low frills (not no frills) S’pore Airlines, but it was good – meals were there etc.

Of note were the airhostesses. Wrapped in a one piece dress that so figure-hugging that you could basically imagine them naked, they made for great in flight entertainment. After take off, we realized that most of the plane was empty and that the seats in the emergency exit lanes had more leg room and just happened to be empty. The air hostesses informed us that we would have to sit window side for take off and landing as one of them had to sit on those seats. Hmm… sit next to a hot airhostess. Was that really a disadvantage? I think not. In fact, that’s how I started talking to Yinyin.

For those of you who met Jennifer, she looked similar but far hotter and didn’t have that weird cheekbone-very-prominent-when-laughing-thing like Jennifer. But anyway, we got talking, so for the duration of the flight, she’d come and chat or I’d drop by the staff area and chat to her while her co-workers did all the work.

My favourite part of the conversation was when she was discussing how she wanted to go work for another airplane carrier instead. In particular, Cathay Pacific. So I asked why she didn’t just switch. Jimbo was also listening at this point, where she just went “Oh, I ust don’t like white people!”

That’s right, an asian chick that didn’t like white people! Jimbo didn’t like the sound of that too much at all. I too was taken aback; so much so that I missed the Himalayas as we flew in. Sometimes white just isn't anyones choice.

Very soon after that numbers/emails were exchanged and that was the first air hostess I got the digits of.

The Nepal Essay describes the first moments quite well, so read that for how things went. I’ll do a massive summary of the Nepal trip in the next post. (Or not!)