In which I’m leaving on a Jet Plane and hope I’ll be landed soon.
Why is it that all the amazing places I want to go to require a flight? Aside from the obvious costs of getting anywhere I never find the journey (according to some sayings the best part of getting somewhere) particularly fun.
I’m not scared of flying by any means I just don’t prefer it to other methods of transport. Unfortunately as there is no trans-Atlantic railway I have little option but to strap myself in a metal tube for a few hours and endure the feeling of helplessness that accompanies it.
Continue reading “The journey is not the best bit”
In which the films got small.
Don’t panic, I’m not using an electronic device with the wifi active on plane. I suppose I could be but that would mean I would have 300% more legroom and the ability to lie down. Does this blog look like it is being run by someone with that much money?
I’m sitting typing away because the inflight entertainment is broke, and it’s like the 1990’s all over again where you have to resort to other means to keep yourself entertained. I can’t even tell you how long it has been off as I can’t see a little plane flying over a map. I’m sitting here panicking because I have no idea what the outside temperature is, I might need a coat.
I wouldn’t mind but as we are on a British Airways flight we get the touchscreens in the seat in front to play with and I was a good deal of the way into Skyfall, and was looking forward to catching up on the movies I’ve missed because of my cinema apathy. There is even a good selection of the Oscar winners, yet not that one with Denzel Washington as a pilot. I guess that’s not really a surprise, I do wonder if there is a blacklist of movies and programmes that are banned from any airline’s inflight entertainment lest it cause a bit of concern during a patch of turbulence.
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In which if it moves I’m on it.
I’m an equal opportunity traveller it seems. I hate them all equally. Apparently the best part about arriving somewhere is the journey but I live in hope that one day teleportation becomes a viable and non-law of physics breaking mode of travel.
The thought of having to get from point A to point B via any means of transportation fills me with dread and rage. What causes this dislike of mobilisation, and why do I love travelling if I don’t like the process of getting there?
Continue reading “Just getting there”
In which I fly to Rejka…Rekya…Wreckyo…Iceland.
I’ve just managed to squeeze in this one, like most things in my life I like to make the clutch play and pull of an amazing victory at the last minute. That’s because this post is the most northern post I have written, I’m currently at Rekjavik airport waiting for a connecting flight to see Nana G and family.
Life is full of little victories, getting The Feliciraptor to sleep for most of the first leg of the outbound flight feels like a base hit, now with the five hour part to Newark to come I’m looking for a solid play to make it all the way to gone plate.
Continue reading “Iceland Air”