Singapore Stockholm Syndrome

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My word that sounds like a pub...

This is where I will share my ravings and stuff. Mostly it will have what happened in the week, so therefore will probably be very empty. Anyways, let's get on with what the title suggests:

For those who don't know, Stockholm Syndrome is a condition where someone who has been taken hostage might come to terms with their captor. Like actually liking the person who has put them into danger. Wiki it. So what does this confusing condition have to do with Singapura? Well.... not much actually. This past December our family went to New Zealand for holiday. We flew via Singapore Airlines. The problem with flying from South Africa to New Zealand is that it is 20 hours of pain in the air. This is probably because we save money by not flying business class which is about triple or so for extra leg room. Although you really want that leg room after 11 hours in the air.

So now you have this situation. You are stuck on a plane for 11 hours, essentially trapped in the meaning you can't go anywhere (ironic since you are very much so going somewhere). So who are your captors? Non other than the Singapore Airlines Air Hostesses. The Demi-Goddesses of the skies (that could be the Syndrome talking though...). Well there is no denying that they are definitely good looking women, but when you're mixing in Stockholm Syndrome with the people who give you food, well, it's a euphoric feeling. And despite the numb legs, lack of sleep, general are-we-there-yet-ness, you are sad to leave the plane, not knowing when you may ever see a Singapore Airlines attendant again. Of course this is all Stockholm Syndrome and you are quickly infuriated when you hop on the next 10 hour flight.

So, let's see how regularly I update this blog... or how soon I burn out, hehe.