<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Flying on Kelvin Nicholson</title><link>https://www.kelvinism.com/tags/flying/</link><description>Recent content in Flying on Kelvin Nicholson</description><generator>Hugo -- 0.164.0</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 10:30:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.kelvinism.com/tags/flying/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Long, Long Flight</title><link>https://www.kelvinism.com/2006/10/a-long-long-flight_6686.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.kelvinism.com/2006/10/a-long-long-flight_6686.html</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In the previous few years, I had been fortunate enough to travel a lot. International flights no longer fazed me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After my exam, I jumped on the MRT to Taipei Main Station and had some lunch. Knowing that aeroplane meals are built for &amp;ldquo;average&amp;rdquo; appetites, I decided to eat more beforehand. Lunch was mediocre but filling, and I went upstairs to the bus terminal. The bus was already there; it left every 20 minutes or so, and I had plenty of time, but I still purchased my ticket and ran for it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>