Hello Blog. It’s been a while since I’ve written in you.
Last week I was in Ethiopia and the week before that I was packing for my trip and in no mood to write. In fact, I’m not really in a mood to write now but I need to get my post back up to where it should be.
The trip out there was pretty good. It was my first flight out of the country and the longest I’ve been in a plane by a factor of four. It was a 12 hour flight there from Toronto. (On a side note, Canada is awesome.) I didn’t freak out being in a sky tube for that long like I thought I would. I have a serious problem with heights.
The airline I took was Ethiopia Air, which I thought was the shit because I got free food, free beer, and free movies. What I did not know was that every international flight does this to mollify it’s passengers into a comatose state so the over worked cabin crew don’t have to fucking deal with them.
So while I was in Ethiopia, I was telling everyone who awesome the airline was and how I couldn’t wait to use them again on the trip back. The response I got from this was a sad smile and eyes that said, “you’ll know better soon.” I’m not completely social inept so I did pick up on those cues, but I shrugged it off.
“You just don’t know Ethiopia Air like I do. Our love is pure.”
The return trip liked to fucking kill me. First off it went from being a 15 hour flight to about a 17 hour flight. That’s a long time to be stuck anywhere. Especially when your seat breaks and can’t recline forcing you to stay awake for the entire thing. It wasn’t like I was going to be getting much sleep with the 16 crying kids all around me. Maybe I’m miss-counting that. It is possible that it was one baby that got passed around the entire cabin. I had my eyes forced shut while I desperately tried to hate-fuck some sleep, so anything is possible.
But the children weren’t really the problem.
It was the guy at the front of my section who would angrily scream every 20 – 60 minutes for the entire flight. It seemed like it was triggered by something. Guy starts the sneeze. “AAAHHH!” Guy coughs. “AAAHHH!” Guy wakes up from a nap. “AAHHH!” Guy thinks I might be taking a nap. “AAAHHH!”
I wasn’t able to take a nap so that’ll show him.
You’ll also notice that I said the the flight was supposed to be 15 hours but it went over by two. What does that mean for my connecting flight, you might ask? It means I missed it by an hour helpful, question asking reader.
Thank god for Air Canada is all I’ll say. They got be on a plane back to Boston about two hours after I landed. I did have to pay for my beer on that flight, but I’ll take it as a net gain for nobody randomly screaming.
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