But we did have Chicken Rice later on. The flight departed as scheduled and I’m with D. in an altitude of around 27,000 feet above sea level. The announcements were made in Malay, Chinese and English. The plane was an old Boeing 737, five seats in a row with very little legroom. It must have been previously owned by a European carrier judging from the language used for communicating “no-smoking” on the cabin toilet, but I couldn’t really compare it to a rusty old Russian Aeroflot since I’ve never flown in one. This isn’t a flying coffin based my skimpy standards, and I even enjoyed the convenience especially when you’re paying roughly 200% lesser than the price of other airlines.
What’s even more interesting is that they don’t have seating assignments so it’s a first come first served basis. There are no in-flight free meals. Instead, the enterprising flight attendants are pushing a cart with drinks and snacks on sale. Jollijeep in the sky. The cabin smelled of instant noodles, instant porridge; “imported from Thailand” (I heard the male flight attendant boast.) A lot of the passengers were not Filipinos. The passenger beside us was probably a Malaysian with Indian ethnicity, his ears plugged with an iPod. And there were also a number of Caucasians aboard. But the ones who were Filipino were easily identifiable since they wisely brought Lala fish crackers and Goldilocks chiffon rolls or butter slices. Since the 4-hour flight won’t land in KL until 8:30pm, a true Filipino would have thought better to bring a more appropriate baon: Adobo, a boiled egg and rice in Tupperware. The Filipinos were also first to complain when it got hot in the cabin since the plane was getting ready for landing. D. and I probably got hungry from all the laughing, so were ordered the 2 USD porridge (still not a rip-off considering the price of the fare), instantly prepared by the flight attendant in her red mini-skirt. We later found out that Porridge was sold at 1.60 RM at a 7-11 in Malaysia. We brought home a couple for pasalubong.
What’s even more interesting is that they don’t have seating assignments so it’s a first come first served basis. There are no in-flight free meals. Instead, the enterprising flight attendants are pushing a cart with drinks and snacks on sale. Jollijeep in the sky. The cabin smelled of instant noodles, instant porridge; “imported from Thailand” (I heard the male flight attendant boast.) A lot of the passengers were not Filipinos. The passenger beside us was probably a Malaysian with Indian ethnicity, his ears plugged with an iPod. And there were also a number of Caucasians aboard. But the ones who were Filipino were easily identifiable since they wisely brought Lala fish crackers and Goldilocks chiffon rolls or butter slices. Since the 4-hour flight won’t land in KL until 8:30pm, a true Filipino would have thought better to bring a more appropriate baon: Adobo, a boiled egg and rice in Tupperware. The Filipinos were also first to complain when it got hot in the cabin since the plane was getting ready for landing. D. and I probably got hungry from all the laughing, so were ordered the 2 USD porridge (still not a rip-off considering the price of the fare), instantly prepared by the flight attendant in her red mini-skirt. We later found out that Porridge was sold at 1.60 RM at a 7-11 in Malaysia. We brought home a couple for pasalubong.
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