Confessions of a 'Reality TV' doc

Abstract

I am bulked into the middle seat on the right side of the plane while coming back to New Zealand from Namibia. On my left is a fat man with body odor 'big-time' and on my right is a lovely French woman who has a lilt to her voice that makes your heart sing. I am cramped - again. My long legs. For a moment I wonder whom to ask if I can rest my head on their shoulder, but a puff of fetid breath makes my mind up for me. I snooze and reflect on a successful journey to Southern Africa, as a doctor for 25 folk on a reality TV program. I don't get to go on TV, damn it, but I do get to care for the group's medical needs.