Flights

The guy next to me on the flight right now has been soundly sleeping since we took off about 40 minutes ago, which typically wouldn’t be anything worth mentioning.  But this is stressing me out because every minute or so his head falls and jerks back up,  slow nod down and startled lift up, over and over without waking.   I’m worried he’s going to strain the muscles in his neck – or that maybe his head will tumble right off and go rolling down the aisle.   I tried distracting myself with my book, but that made it worse as the movement would catch out of the corner of my eye and I’d just end up looking over at him so often I couldn’t follow the storyline of the novel.  I’ve been wondering if I could reach over and adjust his seat’s headrest without him waking, but what would I say if I bumped him and his eyes flew open to see my arms near his face?!     Maybe I’ll ask a flight attendant to try….

I’m on a British Airways flight en route from London to Marrakech at the moment, writing this, and will post it whenever I find WiFi.    Yesterday my 21 hours in London ended up way better than I had originally expected, thanks to finding out that friends of mine were on layover at the same time.  Day One of my solo journey found me sitting with a few different groups of friends and other crew members I’d just met having a great time.  I got to fully embrace my FA side and live as an “international cabin crew member” for a while, and that felt great!  Over a drink in the hotel lobby pub we swapped work stories and laughs, talked about ironing uniforms (right, Gillian!) and made plans to meet for breakfast the next morning.   Seriously, it was the perfect start for me!

A little more than 2 hours from now I’ll be making my way through Moroccan customs, and tucking away tidbits for my next post I’m sure.

Oh, and the guy next to me woke up when the meal was served.  I showed him how he can adjust the headrest, and now I’m going to pick up my book again. 🙂
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4.5 hours have passed since I wrote that first part, and I have a quick Good news/Bad news update.   Good news: I arrived safely. Bad news: My luggage did not.    There were about 30 people from my flight that had the same problem, so it looks like an entire baggage cart got lost at Gatwick.    Figures.  Steve used to be so adamant that we only travel with carry on bags that any time I travel alone I revel in the freedom to check it… This is the flight I purchased a full confirmed ticket, too, rather than standby so I never worried once about it not arriving.
At least not carrying my bag made it easier to take the bus and walk to my hostel!   I have my fingers crossed it will arrive tomorrow, but in the mean time, I have some shopping to do!