I am not a frequent flier, but I’ve been on enough flights to dread long ones in coach. Get this: Business Class actually has enough room! Not to mention free booze and a comforter and a real pillow and THEY GAVE ME SOCKS in my little baggie of personal items (toothbrush and lotion and sleep mask and the like). I think the socks must be so everyone’s stinky feet didn’t bother each other while sleeping. And the food was really good! Noise canceling headphones made the movie and sleeping much more pleasant. The seat turned into a bed, which really only got me three hours of sleep, but they were comfy.
I watched Up in the Air, and I wondered if they played it on purpose to encourage us to fly ten million miles. My airline was the same as the one in the movie. I guess they might get more travelers if we thought we might be sitting next to George Clooney. I think the Oscars are going on Sunday, but I didn’t really find this film to be fabulous enough for best picture. Maybe the first ten minutes I missed were the awesome part.
All three of my flights were pleasant enough since I never had anyone sitting next to me. Heathrow was pretty sucky, and I’m glad two people warned me before I left. The maze of corrugated metal halls was like hiking Battlestar Galactica. It’s like no one planned the space or travel from one terminal to another: it took me a good 40 minutes to get from my long flight to the short one to Ireland, with heavy bags, and all the turns and halls made no sense. Perhaps they hoped to weed out undesirable immigrants by wearing out the weak ones before they stepped on British soil. The flight screens were all down so it was pretty confusing to figure out where to go anyway. At least all the customs, security, and immigration stops were quick and easy.
My first thoughts on stepping foot in Cork: Stairs? Down from the plane and then back up into the terminal, and by then I was really tired and the bags seemed heavier. But soon enough I was speaking with the immigration guy, who was expecting me (now that’s a good relocation agent! this guy recognized that I was on a company transfer when he saw my name on my passport), and after a few stamps and holding up everyone in line behind me, I met my agent and got some cash and was driving on the wrong side of the road! Have you heard of a Nissan Note?
I’ll pick up again later since it’s five in the morning and I’m tired again. I can only sleep in two hour stints but at least I don’t have to be anywhere for another day.