8 June 2006
Somewhere over Prague

There is nothing to do on a Thai Airways flight. I am so spoilt by the luxuries afforded by MAS and SIA that not getting a personal video screen is a bit of a surprise.

No matter, I would have been too tired to watch anything anyway. Having barely slept the night before, and then going the whole day in the hot, thick humidity of Bangkok, as soon as I could, I fell asleep in my seat. Until the stewardess woke me up for dinner, that is.

I've tried to spot the football fans in the crowd. Two Korean guys and one Aussie, if only because they're wearingn football jerseys. I am in two minds whether to approach them for an interview. It's not really in my nature to just cut in. I've always assumed that people on planes want to be mostly left alone. At least that's how I feel myself.

The point I'm trying to make is that one of the hardest things about trying to make a film about this trip, for me, is that I will have to approach complete strangers and try to get them to talk to me. This is completely out of my comfort zone. I told this to a friend, and he was surprised. I guess it's because I can be gregarious in company. But I need to be persuaded first that the company wants me gregarious first.

I guess it's a little like asking a girl out on a date. You assess your chances, you make first contact (smiling, of course). You establish, then develop a connection. And then, you tell her that to move to the next stage, you must use a video camera. And then they run away screaming.

Maybe that isn't such a good analogy.

Labels: germany, world cup