If you are like me you love visiting new places but sometimes the thought of long planes makes you want to die, okay probably not really die, but makes you cringe a bit. These past few months I have been to Miami and Phoenix, both of which weren’t too long but next month I will be heading to Peru. 4 flights and 24 hours later I will get from Salt Lake City to Juliaca, Peru.
Luckily I am not a big guy so I won’t be squished, I just get really bored and uncomfortable sitting in same tiny seat for 9 hours straight. I know that the planes offer thousands of hours of entertainment but I feel like out of those thousands of hours only about 2 of them are good. Then what? I try to sleep but that usually doesn’t work so then I resort to whatever I can to keep myself entertained when I am flying alone.
One of the most popular ways to pass time is of course to talk to the person next to you. Some people love it. For me it depends. Do I feel like talking to someone else? I wonder if they will feel like talking to me? Depending on my mood usually I will start off with something mind blowing like “hey” or if I am feeling absolutely crazy “So are you flying somewhere today?” Okay I have only done that once but it got a good laugh. So what if it might have been a pity laugh. But sometimes you don’t want to talk to the person next to you; you know they just rub you the wrong way. Maybe it was their elbow in your face, or they smell bad. Yes I have had those happen to me on multiple occasions. I felt trapped. I just prayed I would fall asleep as soon as possible which usually didn’t work. I also have had some of the most wonderful conversations with strangers on the plane where we exchanged business cards and decided to have lunch together. So I say always put a feeler out at the beginning of the flight and see how it goes.
I always have this internal debate anytime I pick my seats for a long flight. Do I choose the window so I can rest my head against something and always feel bad when I get up to go to the bathroom or just to get out of my seat? Or do I pick the aisle seat and be able to move whenever I want but get hit by the cart whenever the flight attendants pass and not be able to lay my head on anything? Sometimes I want to ask the person next to me if I can lay my head on their shoulder I feel that might be creepy so I don’t.
So after I have exhausted the option of talking to the person next to me and watch the airlines programming I then look in my carry on for other options. I can always pull out a book, listen to music, or watch a movie on my Ipad. Sadly each activity lasts oh about 20 minutes before I get anxious and look for something else to do. Then I read the in-flight magazine and go through SkyMall. Seriously does anyone ever buy anything from SkyMall? I mean I guess SkyMall is the only place you can find weird items that I don’t know who uses. I mean does anyone seriously want a Soggy Doggy Super Shammy? (P.S. that is a real thing, if you don’t believe me here is the link)
Now here is where you can tell I get desperate after going through all my possible activities I turn to the crossword and Sudoku puzzles. What use my brain on a flight? Why? I didn’t pay a thousand dollars to use my brain. I paid someone else to do all the thinking like not crashing us into a mountain. But desperate times call for desperate measures. So I try and kick my brain into high gear. Then I get stumped on something stupid like “what is the name of the Disney princess in Snow White?” Umm. Cinderella? Nope. Belle? Nope. Clearly I wasn’t meant to do hard work on my plane ride.
So I quickly throw in the towel and say well at least we are almost there. So I pull up the route map on my little tv screen. Check out where we are. Oh good we haven’t even been going 3 hours and we aren’t even close to half way. So I start my routine over again and after about 3 times of this pattern I finally get to my destination. A bit groggy and a bit grouchy but hey once I get off that plane I am happy because now my adventure can finally begin.