At Paris airport at the moment, I'd really like to step outside for a moment to see if matches the same attitude it does in the airport. Every single time I stopover here I witness such rudeness. When I was checking in, the lady at the desk informed me that you were only allowed 20kg on the flight. I kicked up a bit of a fuss saying that from Hong Kong to Paris its 30kg, I’m not sure if this is true but I’m almost 80% sure. I was going from manc to Paris and then to Hong Kong. She then told me I had to pay 288 pounds for the extra 5 kg. Are you fucking joking? three quarters of the ticket price! The poor Chinese couples behind me were apparently only allowed to take 15kg; I was fuming by this point and gave her my biggest death stare.

So here I am with three heavy as fuck carryon bags. What difference does it make where it is? It’s still on the fucking plane. And i'm sure the other passengers aren't enjoying me banging their faces while trying to get down the aisle. Anyways I'm sure Paris is beautiful, I experienced the beauty on my last trip. It was about 10 and the sun was setting and as we were ascending I caught a 5 minutes view of the Eiffel tower and the glittery array. It was an amazing experience for someone who hates the living daylights out of flying.

It pisses me off when people yawn constantly in a public place. This woman next to me is yawning her arse off every 10 seconds and it sounds like she’s having a stroke. Oh and she just sneezed on me. It’s a nice feeling getting flying snot rocket on your shoulder when swine flu is going round..Oh and it costs 4 pounds for a bottle of water in the lovely airport. I knew today wasn’t going to go according to plan, when you wake up thinking of what a shitty day of flying this is going to be then all that negativity goes out into the universe because from the moment I step foot out my accommodation, shit hit the fan.

Moral of the story is BE POSITIVE. (esp when travelling)