Three years of airports

Planes at an airport

The best part of the last three years I have been living to the sound of jet engines. It has been another plane taking off and another time running to find the gate closing and another friendly voice telling me the outside temperature in a new city. I cannot move a pile of paper on my desk without finding a boarding pass.

Okay, so, on most of the flights I chased one thing: my heart (or my penis, which sometimes is the same). Somehow, I don’t know, I can’t find what I’m looking for in the girls of my country. They are simply not the same as girls from other countries. I don’t like the cuisine of my country, either. It’s a bit the same.

It’s a fun ride. Back to the kitchen, I’ve had my share of exotic dishes. More than you have had? We’ll see. On this blog I’ll be writing about my experiences. A bit like the Lonely Planet for international relationships. I like that one, “the Lonely Planet for international relationships.”

A friend of mine encouraged me to write about this for the world. He thinks I have a story to tell. Actually, he wrote a novel about part of my life the past three years (I feel honoured, ahum). No kidding, he might be right. How would I know? It’s good to share a bit of insight, isn’t it? Maybe you have something to add that’ll help me make future flights more useful.

Love, Robbert