Brussel airport

I hate queues. No really, I hate queues. In Brussels airport we had a 3 hour layover which was taken up by  waiting around for security check, a cup of coffee, and to buy a bag of chips took us, about that time. I am thoroughly annoyed at this airport. Also I did not manage to get my goddamn cup of coffee thanks to the crowd.

Good news everyone. We are now in the plane. The stewardess has already complained to me for not offering her any chips. Regardless, I must now recap what happened on the previous flight.

The connecting flight from Toronto to Brussels took about 7.5 hours, where we were served delicious dinner pretty much straight off the bat. The dinner was delectable shrimp, daal, rice, and a slice of green vegetable. PD is a true adventurer. He decided that the green vegetable (according to his mental schemas) was a slightly elongated green onion chive. He proceeded to pop it in his mouth, and chew on it. Much to his surprise, and to everyone's delight, it turned out to be a honking big piece of green chili. He strangely could not wait to tell me this story, so that I could blog about it.

At this point in time, he is the star of this trip.

I have now been without internet for a bit, but this should be solved soon as we land in Delhi in about 8 hours.

I just wish I could sleep.