I don’t usually get embarrassed. It takes a lot to make my cheeks go red. But I admit that this week I really felt the urge to hide away – and it really had nothing to do with me!
Okay, the story goes like this. We’re now in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia (which by the way is absolutely out of this world) on our travels for a new TV show about vegetarian food.
But before this we were in Bangkok, Thailand. In order to get from South Africa to Thailand, we had to go via Nairobi airport in Kenya.
This was voted fifth worst airport in the world and I can vouch for why. It has two cafes in the whole of the departure lounge, is grubby and all in all not a nice experience.
I’m not afraid of flying, never have been. I like to consider myself a bit of a traveller, but this particular trip was problematic because of turbulence.
It was really, really bad – the entire duration to Nairobi and to Bangkok. I wasn’t frightened, it just wasn’t pleasurable.
For someone who gets sick on a fairground waltzer, the bumping up and down of the flight played havoc with my senses and I generally just felt rubbish.
My partner, Matt, however, is petrified of flying. He’s also afraid of heights, spiders, snakes… in fact everything we’re experiencing on this trip. I should have left him at home!
He was on the way to the toilet when there was an enormous bump and the plane jerked up and down. You could see the plane move.
All I could hear was the sound of confused and disgruntled passengers and then I turned around to find Matt on the floor.
He was spread-eagled, laid out in the plane aisle.
He had gone down when the plane moved and had to helped up by a couple of passengers who had clearly taken pity on him.
I’m afraid to say I was extremely embarrassed. He created such a scene, but I had to do something, so I went to where he was and then pretty much gave a talk to the back half of the plane, explaining the extreme actions of my so-called ‘better half.’
Not cool Matt, not cool.