April 24th this year marked Iris’ first travel with MasWings. The aircraft is small the journey took 2 hours to reach Kuching. With Boeing 747, we us usually arrive in one hour’ time. I was excited about the flight; what if we are placed next to a passenger who tend to keep to him or herself? And my daughter loves to grab people’s things, stranger or no stranger. Not as anticipated, we were really seated next to a gentlement who wore a serious look and my daughter as usual was in her usual mode: happy, curious and couldn’t care less. She was already trying to grab that gent’s newspaper the moment we settled in our seat. I scanned for empty rows and soon after, we shifted to the one at the back. The air stewardess was kinda blurred that day; a mother carrying a daughter with both arms is not trained to balance her backpac on her head! That might be true for some tribes exists in one part of this world but definitely not for someone who comes from any urban part of Sarawak! So, I had to demand her to help me carry the backpac to our newfound seats. That MasWing aircraft was not even an Airbus, so she could have seen my desperate attempts to negotiate my way around. Apalah!

As I said, the flight took two hours, and made a transit in Sibu and then straight to Kuching. During the first part of the journey, she was restless. Mainly because there was an old lady next row who kept on responding to her. Apa lagi, makin menjadilah budak tu… She wanted very much to sit on the aisle. Of course I said NO. We paid for the seats not for the aisle. I could have paid cheaper (perhaps RM3.40 instead of RM34?) if she gave me the indication.  The nenek across must be super thankful that her grandkids didn’t give her THAT much trouble when they travelled by air. No, it was not because my daughter is sakai. Mind you, that was her 9th air travel. She just had too much adrenalin pumping in her that very moment.

Her own seat with her own seat belt

Her own seat with her own seat belt

Her momentum persisted until we landed at Sibu Airport. And we waited fo 30 minutes for the newly incoming passengers.  That was when we had to go back to our original seat. I was elated to see that stern-faced gentlement ended his journey in Sibu. Both seats for us, yay! Anyway, the second part of the journey was so much quieter and more peaceful as she decided to sleep, and it lasted all the way until we landed in Kuching. What a remarkable achievement! I finally had my pack of Milo (they serve it on the plane) and finished one chapter of “Pandora’s Daughter” by Iris Johansen.

Tired after the massive excitement

Tired after the massive excitement

It was not as bad as I anticipated. I learnt a valuable lesson that day. Worry not, as things will come around once you are in that situation. We can always find a way around it. Trust me.  😉

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