Booking a holiday earlier in the week, I was amazed to find that I could in fact specify "Bland" food for on my Iberia flight out to the sunny climbs of Ibiza town. After years of flaming Ibiza clubbers for not going on a "proper holiday", I buckled in sudden realization that I don't want to get to my potting shed time of life and think "I wish I'd gone to Ibiza, back when drugs were bad for you". What better way to start a strange and mysterious exploration of a foreign climb, under the influence of a cocktail of psychedelic drugs than with a stomach full of "Bland" food. You live and learn.
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It's a false sense of choice. Clearlly all plane food is plain food...
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