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Dec 12, 2025 07:38 am Scielle writes a new entry in the diary

12.12.2025– Manila between turbulence and nightlife

quote The day before yesterday, I arrived in Manila, and honestly, the flight here was more exciting than I would have liked. The first part - the layover in Istanbul - was completely uneventful, quite pleasant even. But the long-haul flight from Istanbul to Manila had its moments. Nothing dramatic, but that one turbulence did give me a bit of a shake. You know the feeling: those moments when the plane suddenly drops a bit, as if you're flying into an invisible pit at full speed. Exactly that feeling - a bit like a rollercoaster, only you're not strapped in waiting for it, but in the middle of the service or mentally hovering between fatigue and routine. I know it's normal, I know we're trained for it, and I know everything is safe... but still, it startles me every time. A little stab in the gut, a quick breath - and then everything continues as usual.

When we finally landed, I was completely exhausted. I went straight to the hotel and practically collapsed into bed. I slept for so long that I almost laughed when I looked at the clock at some point. The next day was correspondingly quiet - I didn't really do much. Sometimes my body just needs this absolute break after a flight like that, and this time it was particularly extreme.

But yesterday, the day after, I had a bit more energy. I explored the area, as far as that's possible here at the airport. Manila is huge, but there's not much to discover around the hotel. Still, it's often enough to be outside for a bit, feel the air, get a few impressions. Our hotel is completely overdimensioned for the location it's in - really luxurious compared to what's around it - but in the end, I think, doesn't matter, as long as we have it comfortable.

And last night... wow. We went out to party - the girls and boys from the crew. It was loud, wild, full of lights, music, and that typical Manila energy. I laughed, danced, drank so much - and now, of course, I'm feeling the hangover that's quietly but clearly saying good morning. I've just woken up and feel a bit foggy, but somehow that belongs to it. Layovers are sometimes stressful, sometimes calm, sometimes chaotic - and sometimes like yesterday: just right to clear your head.

I'm looking forward to the remaining days here. A bit of rest, a bit of sun, maybe a few small adventures. On Sunday afternoon, it's back, so I'll land in Germany on Monday morning. Part of me already misses my bed back home - but another part is enjoying exactly this mix of jetlag, warmth, freedom, and crew life.

Dec 10, 2025 10:13 am Scielle writes a new entry in the diary

10.12.2025 - Between homecoming and departure

quote Last night, I landed back in Germany again. Hardly at home, I'm now sitting on my sofa, my head still slightly dazed from the long journey, my thoughts half in Jakarta, half already back on the next adventure. It's this strange feeling of being both back home and on the move again. The apartment feels unusually quiet after the past few days between foreign cities, air conditioning units, and the voices of the crew that you know so well.

And yet, I'm already itching again. This afternoon, I'm off to Manila. I know it's going to be a long flight, but anticipation outweighs fatigue. Manila, the city of contrasts: loud, vibrant, chaotic, and at the same time fascinating. I'm looking forward to the sounds, colors, food, and all the little moments that make a layover something special.

Now, all I have left is a short moment to catch my breath. A bit of peace, a few deep breaths, maybe another coffee, before I pack everything up and dive back into the flow of my job. It's crazy how quickly everything starts all over again – hardly home, already on the move again. And that's exactly what I love about my life as a long-haul flight attendant: this constant mix of arriving and departing, of rest and adventure.

Today, I have a short moment to myself – a breath on the sofa – and tomorrow, I'll be back with the clouds and the city of Manila.

Dec 09, 2025 05:47 am Scielle writes a new entry in the diary

09.12.2025 – Return flight

quote Finally, I'm home again. I'm sitting on my sofa right now, still half in uniform mode, half already in relaxation mode. The return flight from Jakarta yesterday afternoon was surprisingly pleasant. No special incidents, no annoying passengers – just a long, quiet journey home through the night. We had a layover in Doha, and although I'm used to these transfers, it feels like a short jump into another world every time before continuing the journey.

Now that I'm sitting here, I can really feel the exhaustion. It's that typical feeling after a long-haul flight: my body is empty, my thoughts are running like in slow motion, and all I want to do is sleep. The apartment is quiet, so different from the past few days – no city noise, no hotel air conditioning, no crew conversations in the background. Just me, my sofa, and the familiar scent of home. A feeling that you only really appreciate when you're on the road a lot.

Still… somewhere inside me, it's already buzzing again. It's crazy, but as soon as I landed, I started thinking about the next flight. On Wednesday afternoon, I'm heading to Manila, and although I can barely keep my eyes open right now, I'm looking forward to it. Manila has its own unique energy and I love how vibrant the city is. Maybe it's the people, maybe it's the warmth, maybe it's the colors – or maybe it's just that indescribable feeling of entering a part of the world that's both foreign and familiar.

But now? Now there's only one thing: breathe, calm down, let my body wind down. Maybe I'll make myself a cup of tea or fall directly into bed. Sometimes, the silence after such flights feels like a little gift that you can only really unwrap after many hours above the clouds.

Wednesday is waiting for Manila – but today belongs to me. And my sofa.

Dec 07, 2025 01:05 pm Scielle writes a new entry in the diary

07.12.2025- Evening in Jakarta

quote It's late evening here in Jakarta now, and as I write these lines, I'm still sitting with my colleagues in a small, cozy restaurant in the middle of the city. The air is warm, almost heavy, but somehow it feels pleasant today – maybe because we're all tired and the heat makes us a bit slower, a bit calmer. All around us, you can hear the typical Jakarta bustle: honking scooters, voices, music from some store that's still open. And at the same time, it feels strangely peaceful.

We're letting the evening wind down together, just like we do on many layovers. A few drinks, a few stories, laughter about situations that probably only other crew members would really understand. It feels good to sense this feeling of togetherness – this 'we're all in the same boat', literally above the clouds and now here at the table.

In front of me is a cold drink, and I notice how good it feels to just let go. No service, no announcements, no uniform. Just us, a few lights above the city, and the thought that tomorrow will be another long day. In the afternoon, we'll head back to Germany, and I already feel this typical mix of anticipation and fatigue. That's kind of what life is like between time zones: you live a bit in the present, a bit in the future, and a bit somewhere in between.

When we head back to the hotel soon, I'm honestly only looking forward to my bed. A few hours of sleep, maybe a slow breakfast, and then back into the routine that sounds unusual to others but is my everyday life.

And yet – on evenings like these, with a glass in my hand and the warm Jakarta night around me – I realize how special this job really is. How many places I've already seen, how many more I'll see, and how many memories are created in moments like these quiet ones. Today is another one of them.

Dec 07, 2025 06:58 am Scielle writes a new entry in the diary

Diary entry from 5.12.2025 – Jakarta Layover

quote Today was one of those days again where my life as a long-haul flight attendant feels particularly intense. We arrived in Jakarta early in the morning – a long flight, but surprisingly calm. No turbulence, no emergencies, nothing spectacular. And yet, every flight feels different, as if it's carrying its own little story within it.

The first few hours on board passed quickly, everyone was in good spirits, but as we approached the last five or six hours, I could feel the fatigue catching up with all of us. You can see it in the eyes of your colleagues, in the way they move, when you enter the galley, in the brief moments when you take a deep breath before attending to a passenger again. Only one of them stood out negatively today – a guy who radiated with every step that he was something better. A bit arrogant, a bit disrespectful, but fortunately without causing any real problems. Such people exist again and again, and most of the time I smile inwardly because I know I've experienced far worse.

When we finally landed, Jakarta hit me immediately – literally. I swear, I was no more than two minutes outside the plane and had the feeling that the air was thicker, more humid, somehow heavier. It was so hot that my skin stuck to itself immediately. And this particular smell… a mix of street food, exhaust fumes, tropical moisture, and something I couldn't even name. The atmosphere is incomprehensibly different from Europe or Turkey. Chaotic, loud, warm, colorful – and despite everything, it has a certain fascination.

Layovers in Jakarta usually go the same way for me: first, sleep. Deep and sound. Actually, a whole day is not even close to enough to really get rid of the fatigue from a long-haul flight. After that, I go out, usually to a mall. Jakarta has many of them – huge, shiny halls where you can easily get lost. I always buy something small, almost like a ritual, as if it's a memory of this place, even if I've been here for the umpteenth time.

And now I'm sitting here in the hotel room, listening to the traffic outside, which doesn't really calm down even at night, and wondering how many such moments will come in my life. Days between continents. Between two worlds. Between routine and adventure. Sometimes everything feels self-evident – and then there are days like today that remind me how extraordinary my everyday life actually is.

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12.12.2025– Manila between turbulence and nightlife

10.12.2025 - Between homecoming and departure

09.12.2025 – Return flight

07.12.2025- Evening in Jakarta

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