The first hour..
I couldn’t stop crying. A foot cramp decides to board the plane with me.
Hour two
The long awaited moment.. Star Wars: the force awakens!
Hour three
Me vs. air conditioner knob
Hour five
Popped a sleeping pill.. Sadly ineffective.
Hour seven
Creativity on fire, ten new sleeping positions discovered.
Hour eight
Surprised to be awoken from what must have been sleep. Contemplate taking the arduous journey to the toilet.
Hour nine
After watching 30 people use the bathroom consecutively, decided it was safer to hold on.
Hour ten
Asked for frittata.. given waffles. Guess I can’t complain.
Hour eleven
Line won’t move, fear my bladder might explode.
Hour twelve
Sunrise in Doha. Acquired a trolley; my new best friend.
Hour thirteen
It’s a trek to my gate. People don’t know how to use travelators, frustration.
Also a trek from gate to toilet. Need to get my priorities straight.
Hour fourteen
Phone went for a swim in a toilet bowl. Luckily lifeguards were on hand.
Hour sixteen
Became a victim of manspreading as my neighbour encroaches on my space.
I take his headphones when he’s not looking.
Hour seventeen
Overcome by weariness.. I forgo the movies this time.
Hour nineteen
Rated the landing a 5/10, it was quite a bump.
Hour twenty
Arrived! My first thought was: should’ve worn more layers.
