Ankle Bar...

It's depressing. I can only eat vegetarian, everything is in curry form. I can only drink and brush teeth with mineral water, and in my hotel room, I have to walk and bathe with my slippers on. Did I mention the complete lack of women everywhere I am? Even my coworkers with me are men. If I have to stay longer than I'm supposed to, I'm-a kill one of those cows on the street.
Of course, if I eat it, I'll get poisoned.
Oh, and those lorries, tuk-tuks, scooters and tiny cars. Man, they'd knock the socks off those Formula 1 racers.
Shiok, man.

Business Class...

I vow to be filthy rich so I can be just as demanding as those suited passengers around me.