I can’t exactly remember why we decided to travel to New York this particular year but I remembered that frisson of excitement when our hostel and flight bookings were confirmed. This was back in December, half a year from our date of departure. While an early booking was initially seen as our way of preventing any pull-outs or procrastination on our part once the semester began, the excitement and anticipation for a distant reality soon ebbed in the onslaught of readings, performances, papers, exams and family drama.
Closer to our date of departure, I began to feel, what I dub as, Amazing Race jitters. Not that the journey we were about to undertake was as extensive nor as exhausting as the actual Amazing Race (nor could we drive stick, a crucial element of the reality game show). I was just worried that maybe we make good friends but lousy travel buddies. Admittedly, I’m not the most exciting nor the most sociable person. My idea of a good night is primarily curling up with a good novel/ graphic novel or marathoning a TV series. With tea. Or instant coffee because I can’t make a decent cup of coffee from scratch. (That’s what my barista brother is for.)
Essentially, I was worried that my lackadaisical ways would affect the spirit of of our trip and in effect jeopardise a 9 year friendship.
Day 1
I arrived at the airport first, armed with a carry-on and a luggage. 10 minutes later Mary arrived similarly armed, with her mother and her aunt followed by another aunt , a cousin and her spouse. Then Sadikin and his brother.
My mother made her presence known by CONTINUOUSLY texting me to keep my belongings close. Evidently the frequent airport announcements about not leaving belongings unattended are insufficient.
By then, I realised I had forgotten my iPad which I had loaded with Doctor Who, Sherlock, Community and New Girl episodes. I was not happy especially since we had a pretty long transit in Hong Kong especially on the return journey.
I had one more hiccup at the departure gate. The officer was unsatisfied with the way they had printed my name: last name/ first name, citing that he only had my interest at heart . I had to walk back out of the departure gate and head to the airline counter to request that they change it to first name/ last name. Inside, I was dreading if this was how each security checkpoint was going to be but it turned out that it was only this Malay officer who had a problem with it. Every other security personnel was fine with how my name (last name/first name) was printed on the rest of my boarding passes.
Thank god.
Highlights of the Flight
Justin
Due to confusion about the numbered seats in the plane, Mary and I ended up swapping seats. This is how I met Justin.
Me: Is this row 44?
Justin: Yup.
Mary: But… I think –
Justin: Oh sorry! Nope you’re not this is 45.
Me: (stares at Justin suspiciously) Are you sure?
I just sat there anyway. He then proceeded to pity me for having the misfortunes of getting the middle seat while humblebragging about his 6 foot 3″ frame. He should have saved the pity for himself though. Middle seat or not, there was no way he could get comfortable in economy. Especially when the dude in front of him changed the incline of his seat, effectively constraining him further. Seeing the agony on his face, you’d think he was reenacting that scene in Saw where the walls close in on Scott Patterson.
When he wasn’t making the seats creak with his attempts at getting comfortable , or stealing my leg room, he was really friendly. I learnt that he:
-grew up in New Jersey but has lived in New York for 9 years
-works for IBM and has to constantly travel (He was going to be leaving for London in 10 days. Hope he didn’t fly economy.)
-Is in a serious relationship with his Russian girlfriend
-LOVES Game of Thrones!!! And other business shows (whatisthiseven)
GAME OF THRONES
I had been meaning to watch this series but had to put it on hold since I was already juggling too many television series during the school semester (commend me for my discipline thanks). So I was super stoked when I found out that the little entertainment unit in front of me had the entire season 1 of GoT AND the first episode of the second season. Best plane journey ever! Period (See what I did there, see! Nevermind.)
Plus, I think I did a good deed for my suffering friend Justin who was either miserably doing work on his laptop or just miserable. Each time there was a sex scene or nudity, nary a creak nor a keyboard tap could be heard. He was evidently a hardcore fan of GoT. Not so much the Chinese lady on my other side though. I wonder what she had thought about the weirdo Muslim girl and giant American man staring at boobies on a tiny screen.
Johnny and the International Student Center
For the first three nights we stayed at the International Student Center, dorm-style. This meant bunk beds, 6 other roommates, 8 girls to a toilet, the whole shebang. You might think 8 girls using 1 toilet would be chaotic and messy but each time I used the toilet, it was quite pristine. The whole building was, actually. This is probably due to the center’s intensive cleaning regiment which requires everyone to evacuate the building from 11am to 3pm. It didn’t affect us because we were usually out of there by 9 am.
The person who greeted us when we first arrived at the hostel was Johnny. He was really friendly and was pleased to hear we were from Singapore because he has a best friend from Singapore! Wow, small world indeed. He then proceeded to share his knowledge of Singapore:
1. Most of us are bilingual (True)
2. We are taught English and Singaporean in school (Not so much)
So we had a little cultural immersion session to put his misconceptions to rest. Aren’t we good ambassadors of Singapore, lol. All that inculcation is finally paying off.
Since this is starting to resemble a meandering epic, the rest of Day 1 and Day 2 will continue in another blog post.
Last thing: Americans speak really loudly. While I was speaking to Justin on the plane I was concerned that our conversation would wake the entire plane. So I lowered the volume of my voice. But Justin couldn’t hear me and thought I called him old. I went along with it anyway because it was true-ish.