The Green Green Grass of Home
Well, we returned home on Tuesday from our trip to Phuket, Thailand. As expected, it was a pretty awful flight. As I mentioned in an earlier blog we were all crammed into a small plane with little space to move. Not acceptable, as far as I'm concerned for such a long flight as the result is irritated customers and a lightning rod for flaring tempers.
To add insult to injury, as mentioned before, on our direct flight to Phuket we ended up sitting behind two men who were literally arguing, pushing and shoving each other the entire trip. That's more than eleven hours of unwanted entertainment for you and me.
Anyhow, on the not so direct tour home, who did I find myself sitting beside? It was one of the guys who was an active participant to the fighting on the way to Phuket. Perhaps I have done something evil in a past life? Talk about unlucky, or so I thought. He actually turned out to be very polite and I felt kind of bad for this tall man.
Even when the guy ahead of him put his seat so far back in the recline position that this guy had no room to breath, he didn't lose his cool. I heard him ask the flight attendant if he could move to first class, but she said something in Swedish which I assumed to be something like "no, it's not going to happen."
Anyhow, we had a stopover in a middle-eastern country, close to Dubai. I was quite happy about this because my ears needed a break from the shrill of non-stop crying and screaming of children all around. The landing was really bumpy. Some people even screamed a bit. I said to my husband, "that landing was pretty rough and I had butterflies in my stomach a few times." He told me that the pilot had come on earlier and said that he would allow another pilot to land it as she had never tried to land at that airport before. He made this announcement in Swedish, thank goodness as I didn't understand a lick of it and was oblivious to the situation at hand.
When it was time to take off again, there was something wrong with the wings and our takeoff was delayed. We were all hoping they would fix it soon as it was 40 degrees outside, temperatures we could have used while we were in Thailand on a beach but not in the middle of a desert.
To make a long story short, we made it home in one piece after an unbelievable 18 hours of flying and enduring ear piercing shrills of what felt like dozens of children screaming constantly. My ears still hurt, honestly and like I said before it will be Thai Air next time for sure.
As for today, I'm off to a party at a restaurant in Copenhagen. If it's worth writing about I'll be sure to mention it here.
