My father told me I should just catch the red eye from Kuala Lumpur to Doha. It wasn’t a bad prospect. If anything, you’d remember looking down, misting the windows, watching the lights blurring together with the night sky. New Year’s Eve at 30.000 feet, sitting next to a complete stranger.
Now this is the way to start a new year. Beautiful and buttery pastry, layered with sweet and poignant advice.