More on the Flight to Singapore

Bill Clinton referred to the White House as the, “. . . crown jewel of the federal prison system.”

While I wouldn’t go quite that far about this, and again it is the roomiest plane we’ve ever been on, I do have the distinct urge to step out and get away from these people and maybe a breath of fresh air.

Of course, that’ll pass.

EB suggested it’s something like spending the night at the Salvation Army, with people getting up all night to go to the bathroom, babies crying, and the idiot in the seat in front of us having opened his overhead compartment no less than 112 times during the night.

The engineers that design these things must intentionally make them where they both open and close with a “whunk” as their little joke on the travelling public.

After people started rustling around a bit, though, they began bringing breakfast – mushroom omelettes, hash browns, sausage, a roasted tomato and coffee.  Then a few hours later there was ANOTHER breakfast, this one of crepes filled with eggs, bacon, hash browns.

These people want to keep you fed and happy while you're on their plane.

We’ve “nested” in our little space, much like a dog burrowing into his straw bed. All the stuff we have to have “immediately” is right here next to us. Other stuff is stowed away and hopefully where it won’t get but can be found if needed. There is a lot of closet space in our little cubicles, though.  Not quite as much as Qantas, but still more than ample.

The one complaint I’ve got is that there doesn’t seem to be an individual air control. You’re kind of at the mercy of the plane as a whole, so I had a hard time getting cool enough, especially since I was worried about being cold and dressed warmly for the plane. A person can only take off so many layers in public, after all!

When you travel with a cross section of the population, you realize that some people need a LOT of maintenance work in the mornings to make them presentable to the outside world. It also helps us remember that before coffee, few people are pretty.

Us, included.