tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61829382011-07-07T23:04:46.667+04:00AЭPOПAЛЛ... same same, but differentpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.comBlogger971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-85124235750057729392007-09-09T22:50:00.000+04:002007-09-09T23:04:07.283+04:00It's never really come, has it?So much for summer, the last couple of months have been just weird. And now it's September, and it's over as such, all we can now wait for is miserable rain and wind.Not that I care too much. I've always thought winter was so much better (not talking of freeze-your-balls-off kind of Siberian stuff though)."Networking" and "staying in touch with friends" through the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-37066326623675476662007-08-11T14:54:00.000+04:002007-08-11T15:07:11.095+04:00This month I'm into:-Grapefruit juice-TIME magazine-Coconut Pocky-Iced roasted tea-Frequent flyer programmes-Shorts-Evian-Flip-flops-Michael Bublé's "Everything"-Shanghai-Starbucks' Iced Tazo Chai Tea LatteWhat are you into this summer?pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-82248780163793957102007-07-26T21:03:00.000+04:002007-07-26T21:28:28.380+04:00Pouring rain, nothing to do... yeah, I know it sounds all dreary and boring. But somehow I've managed to while the days away this week.Can't work as I managed to hack my index finger nail on-board the aircraft.First time I manage to harm myself on-board. Luckily it happened before our passengers boarded the jumbo-jetto in Tokyo, so a girl could be called off standby, me sent to the clinic to be pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-15383108711028140202007-06-15T00:28:00.001+04:002007-06-15T00:28:49.587+04:00You scored as Stewie Griffin, Congradulations you are Stewie. One of the best characters on the show and the crowd favorite. Because you are stewie you prob are one evil sick bastard.Stewie Griffin50% Lois Griffin38% Brian Griffin25% Joe25% Meg Griffin25% Cleveland Brown25% Chris Griffin13% Peter Griffin0% Glenn Quagmire0% Find out what Family Guy character you are. (pics included)created with pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-50946057555462786702007-05-22T15:43:00.000+04:002007-05-22T15:56:26.346+04:00Korean Air have truly achieved what every airline wants from a uniform, which is when their crew walk through airports around the world people literally stop what they are doing and stare...Awfully impractical, but who cares when you look like that?pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-35653648206314448672007-05-13T19:40:00.000+04:002007-05-13T20:09:21.054+04:00It's been a while.Taihen moshiwake gozaimasen.This time last year I was in Baku, getting all excited about the Eurovision Song Contest, trying to get the crew to stay up all night to watch it (unsuccessfully I might add), although I had a great time myself prancing and dancing around my room at the Hyatt.A different story this year, although just as enjoyable (if not more), as I actually had pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1171025290812655152007-02-09T15:45:00.000+03:002007-04-16T01:17:21.396+04:00YOU KNOW YOU'RE A FLIGHT ATTENDANT IF...1. You can eat a 4 course meal standing at the kitchen counter2. You search for a button to flush the toilet3. You look for the "crew line" at the grocery store4. You can pack for a 2 week trip to Europe in 1 roll-aboard5. All of your pens have different hotel names on them6. You NEVER unpack7. You can recognize pilots by the backs of their heads-but not bypallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1170546030884550322007-02-03T20:23:00.000+03:002007-02-04T02:44:12.813+03:00Over the last 4 weeks my head's been bombarded with all sorts of new and exciting things.The Japanese language, ANA's corporate philosophy and culture, Japanese-style customer service, ways in which to prevent distorting the 'beautifulness' of our Pokemon aircraft and many more.And it ain't over yet. Only about two months left.Have to say it's all good fun though. Laughing at Okamura-san in pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1167835102744061772007-01-03T17:37:00.000+03:002007-02-09T12:54:54.573+03:00Working in the Aviation Industry: 1. We work in weird shifts...Like prostitutes2. They pay you to make the client happy...Like a prostitute3. The client pays a lot of money, but your employer keeps almost every penny...Like a prostitute4. You are rewarded for fulfilling the client's dreams...Like a prostitute5. Your friends fall apart and you end up hanging out with people in the same profession pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1167705811523605492007-01-01T17:36:00.000+03:002007-01-02T05:43:31.536+03:00Happy New Year!The lazy bitch wishes everyone a very happy new year, and all happiness in the world for the year to come.Have been in Iceland over the last week, done F&%k-all to be honest, hence the lazy bitch comment earlier.The extremely important tasks of eating, sleeping, watching tv and driving my sisters and their guests around have been handled extremely well, if I may say so myself.All pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1166980194199251032006-12-24T16:53:00.000+03:002006-12-29T19:58:36.023+03:00'Tis the time to be jolly and merry Yes, yet again, the season is upon us, and once agan we find reason to celebrate whatever it is Christmas has come to mean for us.Whatever you choose to celebrate, and whatever reason you do it for this holiday season, I wish you nothing but the best and all joy and happiness.'Tis also the season for changeAt least for yours truly, who embarks on a whole new pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1166792293210875572006-12-22T15:50:00.000+03:002006-12-22T15:58:13.226+03:00Our Great Leader, may he rest in peace. Ashgabat, early Thursday morning, Our Great Leader passed away.I cannot describe the way I feel about this, he has brought us so many moments of joy and happiness, and will be missed dearly, if only for the fact he was one of the wackiest dictators around.That great country will be going through some drastic changes soon, and I'm so grateful I had the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1166140199502879162006-12-15T02:36:00.000+03:002006-12-15T02:49:59.516+03:00Absolutely WickedCan only say I was so thoroughly impressed by the musical Wicked that when Étáin suggested we go see it a second time, it took all of a nanosecond for me to say yes!And boy was it worth it.Of course we made sure to get absolutely super seats in the stalls (on the ground floor, level to the stage), being able to practically see up Idina Menzel's nostrils.I don't know, maybe it's pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1163980196277469042006-11-20T02:39:00.000+03:002006-11-20T02:49:56.313+03:00Another geeky revelation... well, perhaps more sad than geeky. Anyhow.I'm really into "Hollyoaks: In the City" these days. Yes, I know the original Hollyoaks is absolute turd, but this 'spin-off' is a bit more interesting...Showing on E4, every Monday evening, repeats Sunday evenings.pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1163505718782817882006-11-14T14:54:00.000+03:002006-11-21T09:22:05.426+03:00Toilet TroubleAllright, I know I'm just a little bit weird, but I have this thing about peeing before going to sleep. Maybe not as bad as my friend Marina who needs to go exactly 4 times before being able to fall asleep, but bad nevertheless.Last night I had a bit of trouble sleeping, a mixture of not being that tired and the weird feeling of needing to pee all the time. I will admit I cannot pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1162045219565414102006-10-28T17:53:00.000+04:002006-10-28T18:20:19.580+04:00Oh my green goodness!Haven't been to see a musical in absolute ages, but the other day my Irish friend Étáin took me to see an absolutely brilliant one called Wicked.A new musical that opened first on Broadway a couple of years ago, and I can oh so thoroughly recommend it.It's basically tells you the 'untold' story of the witches from The Wizard of Oz, with some great numbers thrown in and a pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1159634027463274252006-09-30T20:18:00.000+04:002006-09-30T20:33:47.476+04:00Christmas come early?Just been shopping in Uxbridge. Wherever one walks in, it's like we're already in December, alas, no.It's not even October, and already they're selling things fro Christmas, whether it's Boots, Woolworths, M&S or Sainsburys. All have some sort of Xmas related stuff on sale.Had to laugh outloud when I spotted the Santa chocolate cake at Sainsbury's, with the expiry date of Octpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1158705982090702762006-09-20T02:37:00.000+04:002006-09-20T02:46:22.113+04:00pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1155856356615798482006-08-17T21:05:00.000+04:002006-08-18T03:12:36.626+04:00"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Beirut's Rafic Hariri International Airport."Proud to be working for one of the first airlines to fly back into Lebanon after all that's been going on there.While I wasn't on today's flight, which carried mostly humanitarian aid, it won't be long, and I can't wait.pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1154986956056673492006-08-07T23:20:00.000+04:002006-08-08T01:49:53.150+04:00People that know me will be aware of my feelings towards airports.Look closely.This is Beirut's Rafic Hariri International Airport.Sacrilege.pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1154643515204413312006-08-03T22:07:00.000+04:002006-08-04T02:18:35.223+04:00I wonder if altitude has anything to do with how alcohol affects the body?(For some reason I don't get hangovers in Ethiopia.)I also wonder if it's wrong to long for a large fur throw, even if it's made out of baby goats' fur (the trick is killing the baby goat when it's 3 days old in order to get the ever so soft finish)?pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1153004627834176672006-07-15T22:24:00.000+04:002006-07-30T15:53:28.233+04:00Disgusting.Anyone who's been watching the news recently might just agree. What the Israelis have been doing to Lebanon in the last few days is absolutely outrageous and downright wrong, whichever way you look at it.To cripple an entire nation like that, destroying its infrastructure and terrorising its inhabitants in such a way shouldn't be allowed to happen like that.Perhaps the most disturbingpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1151797994172320932006-07-02T03:48:00.000+04:002006-07-09T21:27:48.960+04:00Introducing the most gorgeous baby girl in the world, my little cousin Þórdís Eva.pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1151261265830557002006-06-25T22:39:00.000+04:002006-06-25T22:47:45.856+04:00Don't seem to be able to get away from airplanes these days (even on off-days).And of course I'll use that as an excuse for the lack of recent posts!Saw my little sister graduate from Reykjavík University the other week. I was so proud of her, little Stefanía has a degree in Business Administration now, laying the ground to realise her childhood dream of opening up a shoeshop!Also went to Greece,pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1148421540395479442006-05-23T20:02:00.000+04:002007-03-31T05:21:29.456+04:00Europe didn't get it.What I say is that Silvia Night is just too good for the Eurovision Song Contest. Her talent and mere presense were too much for Europe to handle, and thus didn't get her what she deserved.As I mentioned in my last post, during this year's musical extravaganza I was in Baku, Azerbaiajn. Set my alarm for midnight Azeri-time, at which time it was all going to start, all I'll pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1147782992075457342006-05-16T16:13:00.000+04:002006-05-18T22:03:21.913+04:00The Eurovision Song Contest is nearly here once again.The evenings of the 18th and 20th are of course the highlight of this month... unfortunately yours truly won't be able to enjoy the main extravaganza of the 20th at home, as I'm scheduled to be in Azerbaijan of all places, however I'm confident the Hyatt will have a wide enough selection of international TV channels to ensure my evening won't pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1146967249075164702006-05-07T05:45:00.000+04:002006-05-09T00:59:01.420+04:00I have this thing about glasses. Although I don't need them, ever since I can remember myself I've wanted a pair. My fabulous colleague Monica lent me hers to try on while dining in Ankara, Turkey a few days ago, and I'm in love... with the glasses, duh!According to a panel of 9 fellow Flight Attendants at the dinner table, this style suits me brilliantly, but due to my 'fairer' features I shouldpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1145071769667344322006-04-15T07:14:00.000+04:002006-05-06T03:30:04.933+04:00Right, I was going to make this a post to do with "Mile High".Can't be asked now to be honest, might one day though, so stay tuned!I've got this song stuck on my mind, and it's all MCM's fault.MCM is a French music channel, much like MTV, except it's the only channel worth watching in Tbilisi (that's in Georgia), as I was just going mad watching CNN (the only English language channel available!).pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1143373443951775692006-03-26T15:23:00.000+04:002006-03-26T15:44:04.716+04:00Well, I know it's been a while.Anyhow.Just done two long trips, Amman and Baku and used the 3 days in between to visit my family in Moscow... sure this month's been busy and keeps getting busier.Today on a (single) day off before heading to Almaty for 5 days.The day after I come back from there I'm off on holiday, again with the family, to Orlando, Florida!Well, that is, if I don't get stranded pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1141676163448407932006-03-06T22:57:00.000+03:002006-03-17T21:09:02.800+03:00I was well and truly happy, but not surprised, to find out the fabulous but controversial Silvía Nótt (Silvia Night) was selected to represent Iceland in this year's Eurovision Song Contest to be held in Athens at some point in May.I personally love her, and it's a shame most of her stuff can't be translated into English properly as they lose their meaning all too terribly.I have however made an pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1140288986393296082006-02-18T21:37:00.000+03:002006-05-13T03:05:34.136+04:00Helsinki, Moscow, Zürich, London, Tashkent, Barcelona... and that's only since the start of this month.Seems like it's never going to stop.Came back today from the best trip of my flying career (she likes that word, 'flying career').6 days in Tashkent, Uzbekistan.Absolutely brilliant.Visited Samarkand, discovered the Unibrows, saw the Swan Lake, and much much more.In Samarkand I climbed the towerpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1138721732132865082006-01-31T18:33:00.000+03:002006-02-17T11:02:59.210+03:00Have you ever laughed so much that it resulted in a headache?Snúður... yummmpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1138537477115532602006-01-29T15:09:00.000+03:002006-01-29T15:24:37.126+03:00When I sleep over 10 hours I start having really funky dreams. All I know is that they're real funky, cause it's not like I remember them properly, only one or two bits about them.Last night it had something to do with salad.Off to the Islamic Republic tonight, yet again. My last trip before having 12 days off, most of which I shall probably be spending in Moscow.Trays are like so the thing to pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1137720491105952952006-01-20T03:33:00.000+03:002007-02-02T13:04:38.880+03:00Crumpets. Imagine a really thick pancake you're frying on a pan, lots of holes in it, all looking a bit gooey. Ok. Then imagine freezing the concoction in that state, and leaving it 1cm thick. That's what a crumpet looks like (for those of you not so familiar with the wonders of the British culinary world!). Maybe a cross between an American pancake and a potato cake or something like pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1137596336790413262006-01-18T17:52:00.000+03:002006-01-18T17:58:56.806+03:00Sleep.A bit of a concept really, isn't it?I don't have a natural body clock anymore (Circadian rythm, what?), so when I'm tired, I sleep, and when I feel awake, I stay awake. Makes sense, no?Anyhow, my favouritest thing at the moment is to build a tent-like thing (perhaps more resembling a dog's bed) in my bed with all my pillows and huge duvet, and then sleep in it for something like 14 pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1136734201618711112006-01-08T17:40:00.000+03:002006-01-10T01:20:27.533+03:00Happy New Year Leute!I do hope you had a very good 2005, but may 2006 be even better and loads more fun.Now, shall I make it my new year's resolution to be more active in writing posts on this thing? Well, I will try my best, but won't promise anything.So yes, Xmas in Kazakhstan. Special that was.The crew did make up for it though, and we all had a lovely time.On Chritmas Eve we were then all pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1134870518745684052005-12-18T04:45:00.000+03:002007-02-22T02:53:18.153+03:00On my christmas (Dec 24th), I'll be in one of the largest countries on earth,Kazakhstan.On Xmas day itself I'm scheduled to spend something around 12 hours on board pressurised metal tubes with wings.And who said being an AirHostess was glamorous?pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1134251479851107432005-12-11T00:50:00.000+03:002005-12-11T00:51:19.863+03:00You Are a FrappacinoAt your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modernAt your worst, you are: childish and over indulgentYou drink coffee when: you're craving something sweetYour caffeine addiction level: lowWhat Kind of Coffee Are You?pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1133809087941233972005-12-05T21:37:00.000+03:002005-12-06T08:20:16.976+03:00Yesterday I was soaking up the sun, chilling on my balcony in my shorts and t-shirt reading my book.Mind you, that was in Ethiopia.This month is unbelievably busy, the busiest ever if I may say so.On the few days off I have decided England ain't the place to be, so tomorrow I'm heading off to Cologne (Köln, Germany) with my mate Paul who's a BA Flight Attendant. Finally a somewhat "normal" place pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1132994367556524102005-11-26T11:24:00.000+03:002005-11-26T11:39:27.566+03:00Good morning folks, this is pallpall speaking from Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. Yet again.I like this place. It's so funny, bizarre and just outright surreal.Last night consisted of being invited (totally by chance) to the hotel casino's 3rd anniversary party, freeflowing wine, champagne and canapes, dancing the night away with Turkish Airlines hosties, then ending in the hotel hobby having mushroom souppallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1132575863175096082005-11-21T13:03:00.000+03:002005-11-21T15:24:23.843+03:00Spank.I know I deserve it.Wow, it's nearly December, and everyone knows what that means... Hanukkah!Can't wait to put up my Hanukkah bush and light the candles!I've done quite a lot in November... the first time I take 2 weeks off to travel properly! (As if I don't do that on a day to day basis working the aisles of metal tubes at 32,000 feet!)I first jetted off to HongKong, although for a couplepallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1130284529727473822005-10-26T03:52:00.000+04:002005-10-26T03:55:29.733+04:00You Are a Schoolgirl!You're not quite as wild as a "kogyaru", but with your short plaid skirtand silly white socks, you're still a sexual fetish object.You can usually be seen hanging out in the girly section of the video game places,collecting photobooth stickers of you and your friends. You may not be as innocent as you look.Did those vending machine panties once belong to you?What's Your pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1130202701833439952005-10-24T23:14:00.000+04:002005-10-26T01:00:02.703+04:00To mark my one year anniversary I have decided to issue my own personal "Passengers' Code of On-Board Conduct"This is designed to make your flight as comfortable as possible, both for yourself and the crew taking care of you, and will save you those moments of embarrasment and looks of death from an Air Hostess.1. Boarding. When boarding the aircraft, say 'hello', 'good morning' or whatever it ispallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1128124289534867572005-10-01T01:02:00.000+04:002005-10-01T03:53:43.930+04:00Jee, I've been "klukkaður".Although this seems to be an Icelandic thing I'll still continue to write in Anglais, doing one post in Icelandic would be silly, no?Anyhow, my understanding of this "klukk" business is that one that receives the "klukk" must write 5 somewhat useless facts about him/herself.The word "klukk" is the equivalent of "you're it".Anyhow. Here it goes:1. I don't like posters. pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1127172911900385062005-09-19T23:01:00.000+04:002005-09-20T03:35:11.906+04:00Annie died.I did my best, including giving her mouth-to-mouth, CPR and even using the defibrilator (electric shock machine thing) on her, but she didn't want to live no more.Even though I couldn't resuscitate Annie I still got 100% on my First Aid exam!In fairness, I'd give big money to see someone rescue a life-size dummy with the name of ResusciAnne (bet it's a registered trademark).Fun pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1127085150427394102005-09-18T23:30:00.000+04:002005-09-19T03:12:30.433+04:00Tomorrow I'll be resuscitating and performing mouth-to-mouth on Annie, the hideous life-size dummy used in First Aid.Then there's the first stages of pregnancy.And what to do if someone throws a fit, an epileptic one, that is.Oh the joys of being an Air Hostess.You know, it's not all about bitching about the hideousness in 9A (yes, who just might happen to be sArs's auntie!).pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1127005088883457522005-09-17T23:06:00.000+04:002007-01-03T17:56:31.263+03:00We had such a bitch sitting in 9A this morning.pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1126351842148768502005-09-13T15:26:00.000+04:002005-09-14T15:08:46.776+04:00A "P.A" is a "Passenger Announcement" or "Public Announcement", depending on the airline.Anyhow.I absolutely LOVE doing PAs. Don't know why. If it's the sound of hearing my own voice echo through the cabin or that feeling of self-importance one gets, as normally the most senior stewardess onboard do them. Anyway.On my last trip, Tehran, the Purser gave me the task of doing ALL her PAs, and I was pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1125526711401756702005-08-31T23:30:00.000+04:002005-09-01T02:21:50.933+04:00Right, methinks this site is long overdue on an update.I've finally managed to 'redecorate' my room. As in painting it a very calming 'Antique White' instead of the grossly offending orange I've lived in since March!Yesterday then saw the clearing out of my wardrobes... producing only two Tesco-bags full of papers and general unneeded stuff. Even though no one ever looks into my wardrobe, apart pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1123804632005320042005-08-11T23:45:00.000+04:002005-08-12T04:00:24.520+04:00"British Airways Cancels All Flights at London Heathrow""Öllu flugi British Airways á Heathrow aflýst - 20.000 manns strandaglópar"What a day.Woke up all happy, as I was supposed to be going to Beirut, taking off at 14:35.Went to the office, checked-in, briefing, lovely crew.Got on the aircraft, did all our stuff, poured the Business-Class drinks and folded the newspapers.Passengers boarded, pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1123196566812513282005-08-05T01:00:00.000+04:002005-08-05T03:02:46.816+04:00BMED Destinations: As seen on CNN!Our in-house motto seems to live up to its name these days.As it's now true, perhaps more than ever, that if you want to know where our destinations are, all you've gotta do is turn on CNN, BBC or any newschannel.-A bomb exploded outside the British Airways office in Teheran, Iran (one of the infamous "Axis of Evil") a few days ago (the building was actually pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1123197441171026282005-08-04T15:03:00.000+04:002005-08-05T03:17:21.176+04:00The mirror dancing phenomenonBest place to witness this weird practice is definitely in Yerevan, Armenia.However, as witnessed by yours truly the other week in neighbouring Tbilisi, Georgia, this form of entertaining oneself through the mean of dancing to oneself in a mirror seems to have spread around.From a non-local (quite obviously) perspective this is actually rather hillarious, but in a waypallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1120954651896368932005-07-10T03:21:00.000+04:002005-07-10T04:17:31.926+04:00Howdy!The lazy cow strikes again!... (aka Myself, with a capital 'S').Not that I have anything eventful to write about, well, actually...Remember that trip to Bishkek I was going on about in my previous post. Well, what a trip.Needless to say we had a brilliant time, with a somewhat fabulous crew, at least 3 of us were very active and did our thing, including sightseeing, shopping, eating and pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1119659612688192002005-06-25T04:16:00.000+04:002005-06-25T04:33:32.693+04:00Today I'm going to Bishkek on a 4-day trip.Bishkek is the capital of Kyrgyzstan.That's where a bunch of farmers and nomads toppled the evil President Akayev last March.Funny la.Anyhow, have been kinda busy lately, came off a lovely couple of Amman trips, the first a 4-day one with the ever-so lovely Addis Ababa shuttle, but the crew more than made up for it, had absolute bags of fun with Miriam pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1118359628516363622005-06-09T14:31:00.000+04:002005-06-10T03:31:59.946+04:00Hayfever is such a major pain in the backside.I've probably used a whole box of kleenex, my nose is red, sore as hell and still running.One more reason to just move to the Middle East, where it's too bloody dry for anything green to grow, just the way it should be.It's also getting too hot here in England. Something like 25 today and sunny during the first half of the day, then the lovely clouds pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1117887016309682792005-06-04T15:50:00.000+04:002005-06-08T18:19:17.140+04:00I knew it. I'm a lazy bitch.At least when it comes to writing and getting things fixed.My room's still orange and one of the wheels on my 4-day trip suitcase is still buggered. Which means that I'm having to use my 3-day trip suitcase/trolley case for my 4-day trips, which is a total nuisance, and thankfully it's summer, so I don't have to squeeze heavy clothing into that tiny thing.I'm away a pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1116329228266906822005-05-17T14:55:00.000+04:002005-05-27T18:25:57.880+04:00Lordy lordy, like how long has it been since I jotted something down on this site?... humm.Anyhow, I strongly urge people that read this (if anyone does at all) to please comment on my posts if you feel I'm being lazy at writing new stuff. Most of the time I just need a good kick in the butt to get meself going.Life's pretty easy going at the moment, work as usual, and I've done my fair share of pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1114691289302184742005-04-28T16:12:00.000+04:002007-03-02T10:02:43.020+03:00And so begins another working month.Feels like I haven't done a thing for ages, workwise that is, although I did manage to get a trip during my 'vacation leave', a nice one actually, since it was a five-day Tashkent. That will totally save my paycheck.Then today it's back to work, on a 5-day Amman (with an overnight shuttle to Addis Ababa tomorrow evening).I decided it would be a waste to go to pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1113325746391804822005-04-12T18:48:00.000+04:002005-04-12T21:09:06.393+04:00StandbyThey are a funny thing, them standbys. You can have one the day before a trip, and normally pray to the almighty not to be called out, as you really want to do that trip which you were scheduled to fly with two of your coursemates from training and were guaranteed a fantastic time... then the phone rings: "Hi Pall, it's BMED ops here, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to call you out for a pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1112977542714717032005-04-08T17:16:00.000+04:002005-04-08T20:26:52.490+04:00It's Tehran today! Yey, I've spent most of the day reading my manual, refreshing my mind on things like what to do in hijacks and the like. Right now I'm onto signs and symptoms of Hyperglycaemia.Our new housemate just moved in. Another Trolley Dolly, Lloyd, who works for bmi (aka. british midland). So now the house is complete, ready for this summer's numerous BBQs and whatnots!Got a couple of pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1112655771300686052005-04-04T20:25:00.000+04:002005-04-07T02:22:01.716+04:00Had a lovely time in Russia. 9 days of doing absolutely nothing at all.Well, except for eating of course!On my way back to London, I stopped over in fabulous Zürich for half a day.I adore that city, in fact Switzerland as a country can hardly be rivalled in terms of fabulousness and efficiency by any place on this earth. I'll so be making numerous visits to both Geneva and Zürich once I get my pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1111430225836486022005-03-21T21:21:00.000+03:002007-02-21T13:18:08.966+03:00Right.On Thursday the main man/woman up there decided England had had enough of greyness, opened the skies, and lo' and behold: It warmed up.Something of an Icelandic summer's weather in England, over 18°C (well, that's actually better than an Icelandic summer) and sunny. I of course had to escape that day to work (albeit in the evening so I could enjoy some of that unusually warm weather) to pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1110295487123311162005-03-08T17:55:00.000+03:002005-03-11T16:26:53.446+03:00Allora, it's been yet another month of blogglessness. Last post is dated on Jan.31st, seems like that trip to Damascus was eeons ago, which in some terms it was, but nevertheless nice.So a month now to go over.In February I went to:-Teheran: a very short 3 day trip with a lovely crew though, and got some great comments from my colleagues on how well I was doing considering I was a relatively new pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1107211093395709392005-01-31T23:00:00.000+03:002005-02-01T17:28:53.180+03:00Oh I do declare!
This was probably one of the best Damascus trips I've done (out of the four times I've been there!).
The crew was really nice. We had a purser renowed for his pickiness and tough briefings, but turned out to be nothing but pleasant, and the briefings weren't tough at all, just normalna.
Then there was my homegirl Miriam, my gorgeous Lebanese coursemate, who certainly spiced pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1106695989924088342005-01-25T21:23:00.000+03:002005-01-26T02:33:09.923+03:00As much as I like going to the Islamic Republic, there's one thing I absolutely don't like about being there:
How unbelievably dry my skin gets there. I kid you not, but I find myself using absolute loads of moisturizer, especially on my face... and I wouldn't have no more lips if it weren't for continuous lip-balm applications at 12 minute intervals.
Now, I haven't slept for approximately 40hrspallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1106178408640958572005-01-20T02:41:00.000+03:002005-01-20T02:46:48.640+03:00
You're Canada!
People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've
got a much better life than they do. In fact, they're probably just jealous.
You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others. If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be
pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1105838127471721282005-01-15T23:00:00.000+03:002005-01-16T04:15:27.473+03:00I've always been convinced I'd look really good with glasses on me face.
Last night I had a dream where I was actually wearing glasses, and I was ever so happy... makes me wonder:
Are glasses the key to happiness?
Friday evening, my housemates and I were invited to a houseparty at number 65 (our house is nr.63).
As there were only 3 of us here last night, Amy, Alex and I trotted out there to pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1105653029585962942005-01-14T01:09:00.000+03:002005-01-14T03:28:42.476+03:001 month... that's when I last wrote something on here.
What a lazy hostie I am.
An what a month it's been.
Better to start off from the 'beginning', ie. where I left off last time.
As I remember meself writing Almaty was indeed a break in a pattern of trips that took me around only 3 countries... Syria, Jordan and my beloved Islamic Republic.
Oh, and in case you 'groundlings' were wondering pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1102954313387340032004-12-13T18:41:00.000+03:002004-12-13T19:15:12.976+03:00England is cold now... coming back from Amman yesterday it really hit that winter's here. Stepping off the plane and being hit by a wall of 6 degrees isn't that pleasant, and while I know 6 degrees isn't much, it felt like much less. Oh whatever.
1 month on and things are slowly getting into a routine. Get off from a flight, get home, feel really really tired, sometimes fall asleep in the middlepallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1101483586197575882004-11-26T18:22:00.000+03:002004-11-26T18:39:46.196+03:00... and now I'm flying
Yes, this is it. I've started my life as an Air Hostess, with my first 'real' trip being over. And what a fantastic trip.
Amman. 4 days, great crew, great hotel.
Flew out on the 1st day, fully booked and very busy flight which I must say I enjoyed tremendously, and wasn't nearly as nervous as I'd anticipated, as everything seemed to click once I was on-board and the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1100440677476465282004-11-14T16:38:00.000+03:002004-11-14T16:57:57.476+03:00Have Wings, Will Fly
Friday was the day, the day that I got my wings that is.
After 4 intensive weeks of learning about everything to do with the job of a flight attendant, 18 very eager and happy people received their wings, yours truly included.
It felt absolutely fantastic, that's all I can say.
And tomorrow, Monday I'm off on my first trip, to Damascus in Syria. ALthough it's a short stop (pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1099230503277682032004-10-31T16:21:00.000+03:002004-10-31T16:48:23.276+03:00"Flight Attendant Saves the Day"
I'm really surprised never to see that on the cover of papers these days, if ever.
I'm at a watershed now, 2 weeks down, 2 weeks to go. And I must say Cabin Crew training is extremely intense, and although tiring, I'm learning so much every day that I absolutely don't mind having to get up at 6:20 every morning.
What I have learned in the last 2 weeks:
-how to pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1097590199896552262004-10-12T17:54:00.000+04:002004-10-12T18:09:59.896+04:00Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to London
This is it.
Arrived ar Heathrow Airport yesterday and headed into town to meet Joona and buy myself a duvet so I'd have something to sleep with last night.
In the afternoon I headed back to the airport to get my bags which I had left there over the day and to wait for one of my new housemates, Alex, who was kind enough to come and pick me up from the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1096588992188535952004-10-01T03:34:00.000+04:002004-10-01T04:03:12.186+04:00"Bloody Hell!"
This week's/month's/year's phrase. It can be used under all sorts of circumstances. For example:
-when the flaming builders start drilling on the roof at 7:30 in the morning, every single morning. Bloody Hell.
-when you're literally swept into a wall by the wind walking to work at 9:45 in the morning. Bloody Hell.
-when you arrive at work at 9:57 to realise the flaming wind has pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1095121321409092372004-09-14T03:51:00.000+04:002004-09-16T03:00:55.876+04:00What an incredibly lazy ass (pardon my Kazakh) I've been.
Yes yes, I know the last update on this so called diary was sometime in July, and yes, now it's mid September, but hey, I haven't exactly been busy, nor do I have a valid excuse for not writing on here. So, AFSAKIÐ!
Yes, and what en eventful two months they've been. As alþjóð knows I was in Hong Kong in the first half of July, and what a pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1090768454189251742004-07-25T18:53:00.000+04:002004-08-09T04:23:50.070+04:00Back already
Oh wow, Hong Kong was fantastic.
It's a change to be back in Moscow after spending a great 15 days in Asia's World City, but a welcome one when considering the climate difference! I'm not exactly the biggest fan of sweltering 33°C days and 90% humidity.
Managed to do so many things while there, and that of course includes adding an impressive and personal record of 15 kgs to my pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1089601872724936062004-07-12T07:06:00.000+04:002004-07-18T22:08:34.210+04:00Hong Kong
WOW
All I can say about this place after being here a whole week now.
From the stepping off the plane into the incredible airport to the sheer size of the endless high-rises, this place is just hard to believe.
So, I left Moscow on Sunday evening and boarded yet another Aeroflot plane, although this time a shiny new Boeing 767-300, leather seats and all, although if you ask me, pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1089216150726506882004-07-04T10:00:00.000+04:002004-07-07T20:04:21.876+04:00St Petersburg
Decided to take a shirt trip to this wonderful city on Friday morning (that's when I left, not when I decided to go la!). So yea, left my house in Moscow early Friday morning for an Aeroflot flight which also marked my first time on a Tupolev 154. That's an airplane... Made in Russia :) Kinda like a Boeing 727, with all the 3 engines at the back, one each on both sides of the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-108819339018006012004-06-25T23:47:00.000+04:002004-06-25T23:56:30.180+04:00Wahl
I've been meaning to get my arse over to the embassy (located a convenient 12 metres from my house) to hand in my voting slip for the upcoming presidential elections.
Actually I won't be voting for any of the 3 men that are on the list... reasons being:
1. Our present Prez: I'm not a fan of his; he didn't show up for the wedding of the cutest royal couple ever (Danish crownprince and his pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1088082093316652232004-06-24T16:51:00.000+04:002006-09-13T01:02:49.556+04:00Incompetence
I'm getting seriously fed up with the service the Admissions Office at the University of Iceland provides (ie. none).
As some know I applied to join a B.S. course in Tourism Management there and thought it would be a seemingly straight-forward thing to do. But oh no. Even though they do online-applications and stuff, I had to fax copies of my qualifications to them the same day I pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1087569802125596262004-06-18T18:17:00.000+04:002004-06-18T18:48:14.280+04:00'Nationality Day'
That was yesterday, June 17th, and in the honour of the Icelandic Republic we hosted a reception to which around 200 people were invited.
After having spent most of the day in the kitchen rolling, frying, roasting, baking and god knows what else, I made my face seen at the party itself and it's just amazing how many people show up having no apparent connection to that rock in pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1087425397237149192004-06-17T02:30:00.000+04:002004-06-17T02:36:37.236+04:00After a thouroughly mindboggling session over the blog help site I finally managed to figure out how to get that 'comments' thing going. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, that I'm a tad techologically challenged in these matters. So feel free to comment on my babblings.
Also, I've just posted new fotos from my pilgrimage to Switzerland on my FotoGallerie site... Geneva's made Joona pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1087292526712143312004-06-15T12:49:00.000+04:002004-06-19T16:53:37.360+04:00Nostalgia
That's what the weekend was for me. I left for Switzerland last Wednesday, flying with Aeroflot to Zurich where I spent the day, then taking the train over to Geneva the same evening where I spent a lovely 4 days.
Came back to a grimy, rainy and cold Moscow on Sunday evening, certainly nothing like the fantastic weather I'd had in Switzerland where it was sunny the whole time and the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1086549054518159752004-06-06T22:54:00.000+04:002004-06-06T23:10:54.516+04:00My Planet, as opposed to Lonely Planet...
As you might have noticed on my newly updated linkbar on the left, the newest link is that of my newest brainchild, The pallpall Travel Guide.
Simply put, my humble attempt at unravelling the most fabulous destinations there are (which I have already graced my presence with).
My first attempt at a travel report will be on the lovely Central Asian pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1086035969249131632004-06-01T00:22:00.000+04:002004-06-03T02:30:16.393+04:00The Twilight Zone
Another positively surreal day has now passed.
Took a trip (more like a 20min drive) to VDNKh (All-Russia Exhibition Centre) with Gudrun today.
VDNKh was originally one of them Soviet leader's idea of building a massive park showcasing the might and power of the Soviet Union, including buildings and pavilions erected in styles reflecting the various regions that made up the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1084458148427014782004-05-13T18:04:00.000+04:002004-05-13T18:22:28.426+04:00Jenny the weather girl on CNN couldn't have been more right when she said winter was coming back. It now certainly has, and let me tell you that it's pretty drastic when it drops down to just 3°C from the 23°C of just two days ago!
But it can't be said that it has a drastic effect on my life, so I won't moan and complain.
I couldn't help but watch the Eurovision Song Contest Semi-finals last pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1084372742810949292004-05-12T18:20:00.000+04:002004-05-12T18:39:02.810+04:00"... and in Northern Europe, winter's coming back!"
That's what Jenny weathergirl on CNN told us this morning and she couldn't have been more right. Even though it's a pleasant 15°C and partly cloudy, the outlook isn't that great.
I guess the dead man I saw today was a bad omen or something.
Yes, DEAD, as in lying on a concrete bench (this is Russia) with his hands in an awkward position pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1083011030232767672004-04-27T00:23:00.000+04:002004-05-08T00:36:56.746+04:00"Ladies and Gentlemen, Turkmenistan Airlines, The Turkmen State Aviation Authority and President Saparmyrat Turkmenbashi the Great welcome you on board this Boeing 737, flight 702 to Ashgabat"
Every trip to Turkmenistan should start with a flight on the fantastic Turkmenistan Airlines. They have safe, comfortable aircraft, somewhat friendly Flight Attendants and serve plenty of food. Everything pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1081641436275833702004-04-11T03:57:00.000+04:002004-04-14T05:06:42.000+04:00Iceland... earth's largest hot pot... or however you translate that into English. Anyway, that's what Icelandair says in its latest string of adverts in some Scandinavian country (probably Denmark... it's ALWAYS Denmark).
Been in this big pot for a week now, and one more week to go (thankfully... one week is short in my vocabulary, in case you were wondering). The sole reason being my little pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1080167116014428512004-03-25T01:25:00.000+03:002004-03-27T22:31:22.983+03:00My first 'stan'
Came back to Moscow Tuesday evening from lovely Uzbekistan, where I spent the previous 5 days, accompanying my dad who was presenting his accreditation letter to the Uzbek President.
I'll start from the beginning, which seems sort of logical.
We took an Uzbekistan Airways flight on Thursday evening (10mins before midnight) to Tashkent. Of course flying an airline with a name pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1078137295124149892004-03-01T13:34:00.000+03:002004-03-01T13:37:50.653+03:00Just want to bring to your attention a newly updated 'FotoGallerie', including fresh pics from Mother Russia.
I'm feeling very uncreative nowadays, so don't expect anything high-winded and inspirational unless I get inspired walking past the Pushkin church in the next street. Who knows.pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1076937347985272192004-02-16T16:15:00.000+03:002004-03-01T13:33:59.513+03:00"Mesdames et Messieurs, nous sommes arrivés à Moscou"
Air France does not welcome it's passengers to their destination, but states the obvious fact that they have, in fact, just landed there.
They're a nice bunch though, although once they'll be wearing those uniforms Christian Lacroix is designing for them they're going to look so much better.
Moscow is cold, hovers around the -10°C mark, andpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1075586451760498722004-02-01T01:00:00.000+03:002004-02-01T01:23:18.390+03:00Back in Icyland
A bit unexpected I know, but I'm back in Iceland, arrived here Friday afternoon after a near 20hr voyage from Saudi.
"Oh, but I thought you were going to stay longer than that?"
Well, that's true but due to some conflicting interests I decided to leave, something I'm not going into discussing here, but you know if you know, and if you don't, drop me a line!
It's been ages since pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1073422454337205222004-01-06T23:54:00.000+03:002004-01-06T23:59:38.650+03:00The War on Terror (a.k.a. Mosquitos)
Oh yes, the only thing seeming to threaten us here in this country that's supposedly so dangerous to be in, are those evil little buzzing flying devils called mosquitos. In my first hour here in Saudi I was bitten (bit, or whatever) 5 times, all on my neck. They don't like my neck anymore. They're a having a bloody love affair with my right arm now... I swearpallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1072801481918722742003-12-30T19:24:00.000+03:002003-12-30T19:40:15.340+03:00Ladies and Gentlemen, Salam Alaikum and Welcome to King Abdulaziz International Airport!
I don't really know if that's what the hosties say to the passengers when they land here at Jeddah, but we did have our first flights today. 3 'turnarounds' as they're called, all operating in Garuda Indonesia colours. The Indonesian passengers coming in were all so nice and smiling, and truly thankful for pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1072613680120892462003-12-28T15:14:00.000+03:002003-12-28T15:14:57.146+03:00And now it´s over... Christmas, that is. The company organised a Christmas party for all of us on Xmas eve, by the pool at the compound next to the one I live at. Lots of food (catered by a Jeddah Hotel) and some people ended up staying quite late actually. So that was a different xmas, definitely, although not bad at all.
Now, we had our first day 'working' yesterday (saturday 27th), at the pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182938.post-1072208845872709472003-12-23T22:47:00.000+03:002003-12-23T23:33:13.480+03:00Wow, it's already the 23rd and nobody told me... shame, but honestly it really doesn't feel like the 23rd here at all, well, maybe since every day seems to be the same, that is, hot and sunny. Well, hey! That's Saudi Arabia for you!
Yep, welcome to my blog thing (it seriously took me like half an hour to figure out how to start this thing, I never really thought of myself as technologically pallpallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12722762862323095307noreply@blogger.com0