So I’m sitting here right now, in front of my gate with two and a half hours to go (Osaka to Tokyo) while watching a stewardess bow at the passengers coming off. It’s robotic. Bow, wait two seconds, bow, wait two seconds. 

The flight was alright, however two stewardesses on Qatar Airways, “Andrea and Rea” didn’t seem to know airport ettiquette. Doesn’t really matter to me however what did annoy me is the guy who sat next to me. The economy was quite full and just as I had laid back and thought to myself “oh I’m lucky, I’ve got two seats”. A Pakistani guy sits next to me. Now he starts to chat on an on about something so I smile and be friendly, however after a while I notice that he’s one of “them”. Yep those annoying passengers that constantly move, kick chairs and smell. He annoyed the passengers in front of me by kicking their chairs, annoyed me by getting up every now and then to do squats, opened the window while everone was trying to sleep and basically wouldn’t shut the hell up.

The irony is, he kept asking me to have a drink with him. I kept telling him, I don’t drink sorry. He tried to explain how whiskey was tastey and I should try it and I kept refusing. The thing is, he was praying before the flight and kept using words like Inshallah and Bismillah… yet he drinks… This day and age, Muslims do whatever they want, and in a way, it’s kind of cool for people to have that freedom. It does bring up the subject of hypocracy though.

When I arrived at the airport. I smiled. Qued. Handed in my documents whereby the guy simply looked at it, gave a little smirk and called over security. They lead me to a small tiny room which I noticed was full of Arabs.

“So it seems this is the Arab room, they should at least have a VIP sign on the door”, I joke while coming in. I sit down and realize that everyone who’s Muslim and/or Arabic has been brought in. The room’s hot. Hot enough to make us uncomfortable. After an hour of waiting I’m finally let out after they check all my documents.

Don’t get me wrong, they were nice. They had that “Super cute kawaii Nippon” attitude, it just didn’t feel good being discriminated against, and I LOOK a bit European! While I was walking out the security guy says with a smile, “Can I touch?” he’s pointing at my croch. By now I’ve had enough, so I thrust forward and say “Go head”. He smiles and says thank you. Obviously either impressed by my baby factory or satisfied that guns don’t come in extra large size. (I’m joking!)

So I sit here typing. While waiting a good few hours for my next flight. Am I going to have to do this all over again at Tokyo -_-;