Nice Kotz D'Azur
I don't know how to write this with a suspense-creating introduction. On my way to Italy on thursday I was sick from a stomach bug and I puked into the flower tubs at Nice Cote d'Azur Airport. Twice. Projectile Vomiting. Since the airport is "under video surveillance for your security", I expect to find myself gracefully throwing up on you tube soon.
At least I did it so nonchalant that no one noticed. It happened in the isle from arrival to baggage claim. Absolutely nowhere to hide. But luckily me and my sister were the last passengers to leave the plane. Sorry cleaners.
At least I did it so nonchalant that no one noticed. It happened in the isle from arrival to baggage claim. Absolutely nowhere to hide. But luckily me and my sister were the last passengers to leave the plane. Sorry cleaners.