“Netherlands is beautiful even from the planet” a friend of mine told me before leaving the country for a trip to Benelux, Paris and Prague.
“You will get to see the mills from above, the fields with multicolored tulips, an unforgettable image”, she said.
Following her advice, in the airport, I asked for a place by the window.
Few minutes after I occupied my place, a young Indian woman came to sit next to me. His friend stood on the foot, in front of the chair, waiting.
She asked me to change places, so they can talk during the flight. She showed me the chair where he had ticket for, and it wasn’t by the window.
I refused the proposal, thinking that they will ask the passenger next to the man, to change places. Nothing at the kind.
She started to move in such a manner so her hand will touch me, or be in front of my eyes. She looked like she was experiencing alcohol withdrawal symptoms.
No reaction from my part got her angrier.
After she finisher undressing, she stacked and pressed her elbow against mine.
I simply moved my arm on the other part of the chair’s handle, trying to not get in a fight with a person without brains and education.
She moved her arm again, so I had no space to rest my hand on the chair’s handle.
I pushed her arm away and, very calm, told her: “I will not move according to your desire and your mood”.
No? she asked very surprised and nervous.
No. You are looking for a fight and I don’t accept this.
All trips long, this rut woman, did nothing else, that disturbing me: she used a mint cream for the cold, witch smelled like all of you know; she constantly turned to her friend, to talk to, and hit my with her elbow; she sneezed without covering her mouth.
My friend didn’t anticipate a situation like this. She thought that I would have an excellent view of Holland from the air.
I wonder: it is so hard to ask for places on the same bench?
Or, maybe, she didn’t know that, in order to get them, you have to give the both passports in the same time.

Perhaps next time she’d better go for a Royal cruise, or one of those luxury ships like Voyager of the Seas, or Independence of the Seas, in the Caribbeans, to visit a few private islands or some well-known harbors within that area. Or maybe she’d enter straight into the Bermuda Triangle, if I think of how lucky she always is.