On top of the above... I am punish with an unexplainable temporary swell on both of my feet for the 1st time since i start taking flight when i am a toddler. Worst then everything, diahorrea came right after i start walking around bare footed on the plane.
No 3 letter words can describe my agony at that instant... &*)%$#&(@^ swearing silently inside me.
Can you imagine all this unfortunate things are happening to me in one go? Someone back home must be cursing me for leaving that little RED SPOT!? Sleep, run to toilet, eat then run to toilet again... going through the whole momentum till my next stopover at Paris.
Once i reach Paris... all i am looking forward is to have a puff of my cigarette but that slightest hope simply perish with no smoking room waiting to accomodate my small sized figure.
With that, i thought maybe a good bite was the next alternative to let me vent my frustration on but it turn out the cakes were no good too... Soon, weariness overcame me & i fall asleep while waiting for the next boarding time in another 4 hours.
Boarding the next flight to Rio really manage to drain me dry. 12 hours of flying & i finally reach Rio. A driver who speak english was arrange to pick us up to our apartment. Luggage waiting took up alot of our time thus we got to reach our apartment around 9.30pm local time.
The guards in the building refuse to let us in till my new boss (CK Chew) came down to the reception and explain that we are actually staying in one of the apartment.
For the 1st time, i am greet with a lovely apartment & a good treat from CK.
It was almost midnight when we reach our apartment, after shower & unpacking... i lay completely flat on the most comfortable queen-sized bed waiting for me, preparing my body & mind for the 1st day of work in a foreign country. ZZZZzzzz... Ninety-night!
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