Airplanes: Continued

While flights may be quite wonderful for getting you to faraway places (relatively) quickly, they are obviously quite expensive, as I've already extensively complained about. Another downside, one that only becomes noticeable when you are actually on the plane, is the horrible discomfort that you find yourself in when seated. The longer the flight, the worse it is.

I did not fully realize this until I flew to London. I had flown on a plane before, but I was 15 and I was only flying to Michigan, making the flight about 4 hours long. Walk in the park compared to flying across the Atlantic. Flying to London had me on a nonstop, 13-hour experience. And let me tell you, the seating situation not only gets worse the longer the flight, it gets exponentially worse.

Before I got on the plane, I was very optimistic about the whole thing. 13 hours, please! I could totally entertain myself for that whole time without going insane, and I would probably be sleeping most of the time anyway so it didn't matter! And in-flight movies for the win! I was also strangely excited about airplane food. I suppose that would be because it's a novelty for me, since I don't fly often. You know what, just don't ask.

But then I got on the plane. And I got to my economy seat. And I said "oh." In a very small voice. Yeah, economy seating is just not that great. I say this as a person with a pretty small frame, too. Those seats are cramped! It's not even completely about the seat size; there is just no room to move. You are literally >thisclose< to the person next to you. You are often touching. You have no room to put the things you were going to entertain yourself with on the flight. There is no room to stretch your legs. You can't lean back enough to feel like you aren't sleeping upright. It is just so, so uncomfortable. So basically, all of this meant no sleeping for me. I'm not kidding. I only slept for a grand total of 2 hours on the whole 13 hour flight, which, might I add, was during the time when I would normally be sleeping in California. By the time I got to my hotel in London, I had virtually not slept for nearly 48 hours.

And let's talk about entertainment while we're at it. Not being able to sleep, or move, or do anything else somewhat productive, I found myself with a lot of spare time on my hands. Thankfully I had magazines and my sudoku book to look at, but two hours into that I started to become sleepy and, of course, was not able to actually sleep. So then I looked to the movies. At first I was really excited. So many options, I could just keep on going and it would feel like we landed in no time!

Ha. No. I could barely hear the movie over the engines, and my screen had awful glare so I could barely see what was going on either. It didn't even feel like I was watching the movie because all I could see were flashing figures and all I could hear were faint mumbles that sounded somewhat like English. It was a futile endeavor, to say the least. Still, I tried to stick with a movie or two just to keep me occupied. This failed miserably.

By this time, I was extremely bored and near-deliriously tired. I checked the flight panel on my screen to see how much time we had left.

6 hours. Great.

At this point I thought I would go insane. I actually started to feel a little insane. Thankfully I found out that the people I was sitting next to were actually very nice, a mother and daughter visiting London for the second time. We had nice little chats, and this helped keep me a bit more put together than I would have been. Lesson of the day: always take the opportunity to get to know people sitting next to you on a plane. You will most likely get along, at the very least because you are in the same miserable situation.

I finally made it off the plane and promptly slept for 12 hours once I arrived in my room. I was too exhausted to do anything else.

Considering my past experience with transatlantic flying, I think it's best if I start brainstorming ways to make my upcoming experience better. I'm supposed to be spending a bit of time with the guy I'm seeing before heading to my host family's place, and I want to make sure I'm at least a little bit more upbeat when he picks me up from the airport. And I just don't want to go through that badness again. I'll think on it and report my strategy back.

Strangely enough, even if every flight were like this, all of that badness does not deter me in my quest to travel all over the world. Masochistic? Maybe. But I prefer to think of it as adventurous.