And how it begin...

It was one fine sunny weather, beautiful clouds were outside the plane's window which we were seating beside it. At that time, both me and my sister, (17 yrs and 16 yrs old) were on the flight to brisbane for a holiday. That was our first exciting trip to australia by ourselves without our parents ! Never did we know, that the first trip to australia had further exposed us to the rich cultures and advertures of australia at later part of our lives.

My first contact with wine started off with one old but yet good looking air steward pushing trolley down the aisle of the plane serving beverages. The night before the flight to brisbane, dad told us to learn how to behave like an adult on the plane by ordering and drinking red wine. Me and my sister laughed it off, and told dad we would just order coke or orange juice instead because we were still under the legal age of drinking then or rather we were just afraid to try alcoholic drink. The sound of trolley came to us, with a smile and the air steward asked " What would you all like to drink, my girls?" Somehow, i blurted out this order without thinking twice " How about two glasses of Red wine, please" Both my sister and the air steward looked at me and for a moment, there was an awkward silence. " Alright, two glasses of Red wine for both of you.." he took out the bottle of shiraz red wine and pour it into the glasses. My sister whispered into my ears " Are you sure you want to drink that?? Are you able to hold the liquor well? What if both of us puke on the plane ???" Lines of concerns and worries were all written on her face but I told her confidently " Don't worry, we will sure be fine with this harmless drink". After the air steward placed the glasses on our trays, he chirped " Enjoy your drink , my girls" and continued pushing the trolley.

One glass each for both of my sister and me, we looked at our glass of Red wine with curiousity. Sister swirled the glass, smell the Red wine and straightaway gulped down half of it whereas I just sipped the wine slowly. It tasted bitter for me and i felt as if i had chew some tree bark. But still, i managed to sip finish and not a single drop of shiraz red wine was left in my glass. And what happen to my sister's remaining shiraz Red wine in her glass? She didn't manage to drink finish. instead, she started to feel " heavy" in her head. The same air steward who served us the red wine came by again to clear away empty bottles and cans. He saw my sister's half drank red wine, shook his head and disposed it the bin...

Yep, that was my first experience tasting Red wine which I would never forget. And what about yours?:)