Changi airport on Thursday night is humming like a beehive of bustling activity. My partner in crime and I, Ayumi, board our 13-hour flight to Amsterdam and then a quick connection to Paris. We eagerly anticipate two and a half weeks of blissful sightseeing, champagne drinking and relentless laughter with Andrea and Jamal.
I’ve discovered that one of my muses for writing is travel. The moment I board a plane, I am instantly inspired. Through my bleary and very dry eyes, I happily pound out hours on the computer keyboard covered in pistachio crumbs.
I’ve just read a chapter of Marquez’s, “Of Love and Other Demons” and now I want to write. “Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.” Says one of his characters. The man is a true genius. A wordsmith like no other, and I am one of his disciples.
The airport in Amsterdam is poorly organized but the staff on KLM are very friendly and their service is perfect. The immigration officer at Schiphol asks me “Where are you going?”
To which I respond, “Paris.”
He replies, “Oooh the city of love.”
“I hope so.” I say, with Ayumi, giggling beside me.
As we touch down at Charles de Gaulle, I snap a quick pic of the old Concorde...Paris, we have arrived...
Friday, June 18, 2010
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