On Duty to Sabah

It was time to meet up with clients again.
What to wear? What to say? How to.....? Where to...?

Then I reminded myself ...
"Be who you are"
So, I did. No new dress, no new shoes, no overdosed making up.

Hola Senores......!!

Hello nona manis...!!

Hello..helloo...hello.....

It was tiring, but fun. Pearl and crystal on sale, added to our joy.

On the 3rd day, it was time to leave for the airport. It was rainy earlier. later the sky turned flowery, like a painting.

As expected, my flight was again delayed. It didnt bother me though, since I was accompanied by colleagues and seminar participants. We chat and chat... until it was time to board the plane.

We boarded alright, but then.....
"why is the plane not moving?"
'Everyone can fly' turned to 'Everyone can wonder'

Half an hour felling suffocated in the plane, I noticed those Business class passengers stood up and reached for their bags at the overhead compartment.
Huh..?? switch aircraft???

Wait..wait...hold on.... may be not. They sat back to their seats.

I saw a group of people walked passed the ailse with equipments. Hose, pump, plastic bags, etc..etc..

"what is going on? why are we not moving?" The passenger next to me asked the friendly MAS steward. The handsome guy whispered to him.

My colleague and I moved forward not to be close to the good looking man, but wanting to hear the answer.

HAH..!!!????

Oh man,,!!! I never come across a flight delay caused by such.

The toilet blocked and flooded.. WWUUAAAAGGHHHHH.....!!! I rather wait then flying without having to use the lavatory.
At last, those group of plumbers were on their way out. I close my nose, just in case....

After about 2 hours delayed, the plane started to move. For the 1st time throughout my journey to and From Kota Kinabalu, nobody used the toilet. Neither did I.

Other than that, it was such an interesting trip.