That sentence would be my ice breaker but it broke more than ice in Russia. People cracked jokes, broke in laughter specially after I decided to add a new cliche: "...and my dog's name is Vodka by the way."
I wouldn't want you to feel the way I did as my initial enthusiasm for a trip, that I've been waiting for 2 years to happen, faded to an unknown somber feeling in my gut as I landed in Colombo's airport.
We have arrived to the airport at 10 am, it was of one terminal in size. We were all crammed into one line waiting to stamp our passports, my bladder was willing to explode under the effect of the 3 bottles of wine I had onboard, waiting till we landed was not a good idea. I had to cheat and take the advantage of the amount of non-chalant people bundled together and managed my way through half of the line, signalling to the other generous half that "I had to go”.