Guess where I am?
In a sea of chatty strangers. The thought of air travel often fills me with shaky anticipation and quivering trepidation, many times due to being trapped in an economy seat beside or near jerks on a plane. Sure everyone has the right to chat, but if they are right behind you and talking so loudly that those up in first class can hear, well that can make the flight that much longer. Trying to watch a movie and all you hear is those two noisy passengers. You just want to blurt out, “Use your inside voice, please.”
How about those that push and shove to the front of the line when ready to board? Yikes, it is not like they are going anywhere faster. I have Sky Priority boarding and even in that line they rush to the front of the line.
Then there is the guy behind you that kicks the seat endlessly as if he is the only one in discomfort. I am often a little worried about being excessively fidgety on a long flight. Many times I am, but I refrain from kicking the seat in front of me.
You would think being fidgety and worried means I lose my appetite. Some people swear by fasting for those hours-on-end flights (some flights offer no food either, like the one I am on now), but I enjoy eating a meal on a plane. Not that the food is special because I often do not like the food, but anticipating its arrival as its wheeled down the aisle just makes my flight. Barbara suggested we get a sandwich before the long flight to bring along. Very good idea, but my sandwich got mushy before Detroit.
I kinda look to the food to provide the needed diversion which again, passes time. I just pretend like it’s a fancy restaurant even though usually far from it when getting airline food.
Plane travel is the best excuse to binge-watch stupid movies which at any other time is a great waste of precious time. Our Delta flight has a few newer movie choices, like the Martian and Steve Jobs. Great selection compared to previous flights.
Usually, my travel companions like to pass the time by reading, but the movies were better than normal, so we settled on watching for five hours. Getting motion sickness from reading on any form of moving transportation – well, that is out for me.
While my one friend dresses in comfortable clothing to facilitate restful sleep, I tend to dress as closely to what I want to be wearing when I reach my destination. Since I am off to a very warm, shorts wearing locale and coming from the snowy, frigid northeast, it does threaten to throw a slight kink in my normal plan.
Lots of snow in Buffalo today so the need to dress warm won out. Just layering it to at least not arrive in Maui dressed for the arctic.
Having heart and circulation problems, it is imperative to drink lots of water, especially 35,000 feet in the air. So, I bring an empty water bottle and kindly ask the flight attendant to refill it. I add iced tea mix and am good to go.
I’m the one person awake on these dark, early am flights. These red-eye flights really take a toll on me. I type away with WiFi to keep me occupied.
During daylight hours on long-haul flights, I get busy with my camera. I rarely show the candid airport and air flight photos I take, but it gives me something to do. The shots out the little, dirty window, well those I like to show. Above, a shot from my comfort seat. First Class is two rows up. My friend and I are flying free with miles. Great life, no?
Breathing in the recycled air has an euphoric effect on my writing abilities as I am soaring high above the clouds. Probably the elevated O² levels, or depleted O² whichever. Life seems to have more meaning as my mind wanders hours on end. That, or I am tired just enough to think it does as my lids grow heavy and my energy drains. Can’t wait to de-plane, even though it is around midnight, Maui time. All blue-sky images of flying into Maui are from last year’s trip. You get this post before I land. No WiFi on the Alaska Airlines flight.