Written in KLIA but posted in Paris
So I’m
sitting in a café in Kuala Lumpur International Airport after what has seemed
like a very long day so far, and I’m only half way through.
We left
Palmy early with friends and family to see us off, and arrived to friends and
family waiting at Auckland. After more than a year since we’d all been
together, it was so good to have the Collective together again. And getting to see my
brother was awesome too.
The flight
from AKL – KLIA was pretty packed, although we were lucky enough to have a
spare seat in between us and a couple of French guys, so we could take turns
curling up and sleeping. I enjoyed listening in on their conversation and
testing my comprehension. Although when I was put on the spot to explain
something, I mumbled something I hoped was French. He just stared at me, confused.
I then varied between wondering if he was in fact French or if I had actually
been learning a different language for the last few years. Of course then, for
the next few hours, I practiced all the phrases I could have said in my head; I
reeeeaaaallly hope that’s not going to be the case for the next 3 months. I
would actually like to have
conversations in French that aren’t all fictitious (although I sound amazing in
them and always know exactly what to say, if I do say so myself). I blame
exhaustion.
It’s
currently 2.54am on November 13 (NZ time), and I have been travelling for 17
and a half hours so far. Luckily, mum asked at the ticket counter if we could
have a row of seats to ourselves for the next 13 hour stint. I think pointing
to her daughter in a wheelchair may have swung it, but who cares? I’m stoked.
The country
may be totally foreign to me, but the airport feels exactly the same as
Auckland (although bigger). I have a feeling that this will all be a blur
later. I love hearing all of the languages around me, and get extra excited
when I hear French.
I really
need to sleep.
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