Flght over

Getting here was wild. Business class on an international flight is no joke. For real, I realized that I am a true country-bumpkin. I wasn't ready for the level of service that I got on the plane. When you get on, they offer you wine, orange juice, champagne,
or water. Then they offer a four-course meal. I had shrimp for an appetizer. For dinner I had halibut and some steamed vegetables with a white wine, then they offered some grapes and cheese then they gave us some ice cream and port. The area around the airport in Frankfurt looks like Atlanta. The thing that sucks is that I didn't know German. I mean everything was in English and everyone I spoke to spoke English, but it still sucks. My advise to you is that if you ever go out of the country, learn to speak the language where you are going to be even if it is only for a little while.

When we were leaving for the Kuwait part, we all got on a bus and they drove us to the middle of nowhere. The thing that was odd to me about it was the entire flight was full of Americans. And when I say Americans, I'm talking about middle or lower class Americans. I mean gold teeth, corn rolls, and real deal mullets. I'm saying people were getting on the plane were straight up country folk. When we got on the plane I was sitting next to an Indian man who was pungent but I slept almost the entire flight missing dinner.

When we got to Kuwait, that's when I got scared a bit - I mean I had no real idea where I was going and the deeper you went the more the signs were in Arabic and the less they were in English. That sucked. Anyways, I got my bags and then headed for the exit gate. It was cool, my handlers were right there and they helped me with my bags and shit. Then we went to Pizza Hut to eat.