I think we can all agree that there must be a damn good reason for somebody to make a career choice that -when at work- involves spending 95% of one’s time having to explain to more than 400 people why their meal choice is no longer available and remain calm and composed whilst doing so.
Agreed? Yes? Well I’m glad we are all on the same page. Yes there is – a whole sack of reasons actually. Starting with the remaining 5% of time spent on board chatting to colleagues in the passanger-free oasis also known as the cockpit and devouring all the left over business class food and freshly squeezed juices. And ending with landing in a far-away destination, checking in into a 5 star hotel and being handed an envelope with your spending money aka The Layovers.
As I have come to know lately there are different types of Layovers. There is The Party Layovers , The Shopping Paradise Layovers, The Lets Go to the Beach Layovers, The Must See Sightseeing Layovers, The Not Much to Do Layovers and The Depends on the Rest of the Crew Layovers. And then there is a type that I have invented – the Layinners.
It’s pretty self-explanatory so just for the slower ones. A Layinner is a type of a Layover that requires a vast amount of self discipline- under no circumstances must one leave the hotel room or the hotel complex and only the amount of energy that’s absolutely necessary for survival is allowed to be spent. Hard work I’m telling you.
I have so far only managed to turn two of my Layovers into Layinners (one has to be truly super dedicated to the cause!). First one was the infamous asian party destination Kuala Lumpur. I know … I know … I know there is so so so so much more to see and do in KL than just eating some nice street food, checking out the Petronas Towers (which btw just between the two of us after having lived or been to Dubai is not such a big deal) and heading back to the hotel. I know. And I swear to all that’s dear to me I was gonna see and do it all. But then I woke up the next day, looked outside of the window, saw a tropical storm or whatever they call it over there, looked at my comfy bed, draw my curtains back together and fell asleep for the longest time in absolute ages. When I eventually woke up again and looked outside nothing has changed (as I found out later it has, the weather has actually changed to sunny spells but then changed to rain again). With a few hours to spare till my wake up call I lazily reached for the phone, ordered my breakfast and turned on the TV. And it was as if The Gods of Layinners wanted me to stay in bed because The X-men followed by The Avengers were on. I boarded the plane back happy and relaxed with an open promise that if ever back in KL I’d make the effort to actually go past the hotel sign …