Fuckin Flight
I went to a local Vietnamese pho restaurant for breakfast. It was nice as usual. I took a shower and finished packing to leave the hotel. I checked out at 12 pm. It was a sunny day. I took Grab and went to Noi Bai Airport. The luggage check was fuckin annoying. I had to open my suitcase even though I had packed it super neatly. Fuck them! The flight was delayed for over two hours, so I went to a restaurant inside the airport. I had fried spring rolls and a rice vermicelli plate. The quality was good. I had three cans of beer. I also had the in-flight meal, which was chicken rice. I asked the flight attendant if they had white wine, but they did not, so I just drank water. I took a short nap. I arrived at Xi’an Xianyang International Airport just after 11 pm local time for my connecting flight. I wanted to eat something, but the only open noodle restaurant did not accept credit cards. I cannot believe such an international airport exists. It should be called a “super local airport.” I found a convenience store, but I also could not use cards there. Damn it! I tried to sleep a bit, but I could not because I was really mad. Now I am writing this diary on a bench. I fuckin hate China!
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- Fuckin Flight I went to a local Vietnamese Pho restaurant for breakfast. It was nice as usual. I took shower and I finished packing to leave the hotel. I checked out of the hotel at 12 pm. It was sunny day. I took Grab and then I moved to Noi Bai airport. The luggege check was crazy annoyed. I had to open the luggage even though I made super tidy excellent packing. Fuck them! The flight was delayed over two hours so I went to a restaurant inside the airport. I had fried spring rolls and rice vermisceli plate. It was good quality. I had three canned beer. I also had air meal which was the chicken rice. I asked the airplane staff if they have white wine but they do not have so I just drink water. I took a short nap. I arrived Xian international airport just after 11 pm at local time for connecting flight. I wanted to have something but only opened noodle restarant does not accept credit cards. I can not believe that such an international exist. It should be called "Super local airport". I found a convenience store but it was also I could not use cards. Damn it! I tried to sleep a bit but I could not sleep because I am really mad. Now, I am writing this diary at a bench. I hate China!
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
