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[Wednesday, November 27, 2002: Although these events started to take place on the night of the 21st, I ended up losing a day (literally) on the travel across so I figured I'd fill in this date with this entry. (I left at 10pm on the 21st and arrived at 7am on the 23rd.)]
Got to the airport without a hitch and hung around the airport for a couple of hours. There's not much to do in terminal 2 so I decided to start reading some of the books girl lent me. I picked up the first book I chose from the pile: Agatha Christie's "Destination Inconnue" and I opened the cover. I started to read and.. uh.. *looks closer* Aw crap. *looks at cover again* No wonder why I thought that the title looked awfully French. It WAS in French! I should've looked through the book first! *smacks head*
Instead of burning my limited supply of brain cells to translate the story, I decided to start reading Robert Cormier's "The Chocolate War".
The plane that we were riding on was one of the larger, newer planes. (Airbus A340-300 Jet.) It was very much like the one I took to Atlanta a few months ago. I tried to turn on the overhead light, but I only saw one button on the top fixture next to the light. After fumbling with the switch for a minute, I felt someone pull my shirt and the lady behind me pointed to the arm rest. Ah ha! So that's where the controls are! *looks up* Oops, that was the flight attendant button I was trying to push!
The plane was quite empty. I'd say that it was about fifteen percent full. As we were taxiing out on the runway, a whole wave of people entered our cabin area (which was in the back of the place) from the front. What the heck was going on? Even some of the attendants were confused. Apparently, because we were so empty, the pilot wanted to rebalance the plane prior to takeoff. This led to some confusion, but eventually everything settled down and we made it off the ground.
I ended up watching "The Bourne Identity" on the plane. It was okay but it wasn't fantastic though. After finishing "The Chocolate War" (which was a quick read) I started reading Alice Munro's "Who do you think you are?".
One of the stewardresses was cute but she had way too much makeup on. Now if she took off that makeup (and maybe a bit more *wiggles eyebrows*) then she would've looked a lot better. It's to bad she didn't go all the way with us (she stopped in Vancouver), there wasn't much to stare at on the plane.
Man it's so hard to fall asleep on a plane when there's some kid crying in the row behind you. The jet engine I can handle, the seats I can handle (they even have these neat head flaps which fold out and can be used to support the head/pillow when sleeping), but some kid crying every hour? Ugh! No REM sleep for me.
Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 17:48:22 (UTC)
when reg read this entry, he had a big exclamation mark over his head! :)
girl
Sunday, December 01, 2002 at 17:49:30 (UTC)
oops, oh yes i remember now.. i got that book specifically to improve my french!!
girl
Monday, December 09, 2002 at 00:05:24 (UTC)
Hmm. Next time I'm going to try to fly Singapore Airlines. Apparently, everybody on the plane gets a Gameboy Advance to play with during the flight! To top it off, they still require all their flight attendants to go through a process that suspiciously looks like a beauty pageant.
HKL