a tiger adventure

With tiger air the adventure begins before you leave the ground.   The walk down the long verandah and then the across the windy Tarmac.  I had made allowances for the cold and rugged up in my warmest winter coat, zipped and encased I would not freeze but what I hadn't made allowance for was the wind or more to the point my hair.   Walking across the Tarmac  I  was weighed down by my 7 .2 kg luggage on one arm and my 5 kg handbag on the other arm with  my boarding pass grasped tightly  in one hand.   By the time  I  finally struggled up the steps and into the plane I  was walking blind.   My hair swirled and whipped  and wrapped around my face.  Finally out of the wind my hair released its grip on my face and fell in limp strands away from my eyes.  I looked up to see the immaculately groomed stewardess to my right and the composed smiling steward to my left.  I blew the remaining hair from my face.   Hard to believe I did my hair before I left I grinned rather foolishly.   I awkwardly handed him my pass and he directed me to my seat.   I took a step forward and came to an abrupt halt.  My carry on bag had turned sideways and wouldn't fit down the aisle.  I stepped backwards heaved the bag around end ways and made a hurried dash for my seat.