Flying back home from Munich was made particularly interesting by the stewards imitating farm animals to communicate sandwich fillings to each other down the length of the aircraft. I'm not sure you've truly lived until you've seen a fully uniformed flight attendent flapping his elbows or pushin up her nose.
Only slightly more extraordinary was the gentleman sat next to me in the gate waiting for the miming air hostess flight.
I was surrounded by what was clearly a large contingency of conference attendees on their way home after 2 days of networking and whatever. My neighbour, a large chap of Indian origin, was yapping away to a couple of Russian delegates in heavily accented 'Indian' English. He then turned and started chatting to an English colleage in perfect Queen's English. But when a phonecall from the Glasgow office interrupted the conversation, he switched to a flawless weegie accent. It was like sitting next to 3 different people at once. Now there's multiculturalism for you!
