The South African Airlines Flight:
We were escorted to our seats, while a flight attendent helped me put my carry on up in the rack. The plane arrangement was rather nice. The overhead racks were well built, there was a TV screen on the back of each seat, and an overnight kit on each seat with a pillow and blanket. We managed to switch seats around so that Daddy could sit next to me instead of a stranger. After the half hour wait, the motors of the plane started. This little 3 or 4 year old girl in the row across from me wouldn't stop crying. She hated seatbelts. It was SO annoying and she wouldn't stop! After about half an hour of the motor running, we FINALLY took off. I said good-bye to America. Turns out we were the 24th plane in line. Well, that's what happens at an international airport.
After about 5 minutes, they did the safety video thing. But I am thinking "Why bother showing it? Everyone already knows what to do." C'mon. So when that was done they finally put on the video options and came around with sodas. I got a Coke and started watching Ice Age 2. There was plenty to keep me entertained, and an hour later dinner came around. It was chicken with mineral water and chocolate pudding, along with some vegetables that look like the ones from the Chinese restaurants.
I only finished half of Ice Age because what I REALLY wanted to watch was V for Vendetta. It was pretty good. When it was done though, I started getting motion sickness. My mom gave me some medicine.
Besides this, it's really not possible to describe the trip. It's basically like any overnight trip would be like. Dinner, movies, then sleep.
At about 4 am in West Africa time, the captain woke us up to leave. Half of us were getting off. The others were going to Johannesburg, South Africa. We landed, and once again, I started feeling a bit sick through some of the curves. As everyone started leaving, it took us a while to get our bags down, seeing as the aisles were really crowded. On our way off I got a glimpse of the first class seats. They had lots of leg room, the seat folded down for a bed, and it had a nightlight next to their head. Cool.
I stepped off the plane into a hot humid atmosphere.
We were escorted to our seats, while a flight attendent helped me put my carry on up in the rack. The plane arrangement was rather nice. The overhead racks were well built, there was a TV screen on the back of each seat, and an overnight kit on each seat with a pillow and blanket. We managed to switch seats around so that Daddy could sit next to me instead of a stranger. After the half hour wait, the motors of the plane started. This little 3 or 4 year old girl in the row across from me wouldn't stop crying. She hated seatbelts. It was SO annoying and she wouldn't stop! After about half an hour of the motor running, we FINALLY took off. I said good-bye to America. Turns out we were the 24th plane in line. Well, that's what happens at an international airport.
After about 5 minutes, they did the safety video thing. But I am thinking "Why bother showing it? Everyone already knows what to do." C'mon. So when that was done they finally put on the video options and came around with sodas. I got a Coke and started watching Ice Age 2. There was plenty to keep me entertained, and an hour later dinner came around. It was chicken with mineral water and chocolate pudding, along with some vegetables that look like the ones from the Chinese restaurants.
I only finished half of Ice Age because what I REALLY wanted to watch was V for Vendetta. It was pretty good. When it was done though, I started getting motion sickness. My mom gave me some medicine.
Besides this, it's really not possible to describe the trip. It's basically like any overnight trip would be like. Dinner, movies, then sleep.
At about 4 am in West Africa time, the captain woke us up to leave. Half of us were getting off. The others were going to Johannesburg, South Africa. We landed, and once again, I started feeling a bit sick through some of the curves. As everyone started leaving, it took us a while to get our bags down, seeing as the aisles were really crowded. On our way off I got a glimpse of the first class seats. They had lots of leg room, the seat folded down for a bed, and it had a nightlight next to their head. Cool.
I stepped off the plane into a hot humid atmosphere.
posted by Noura @ 7:47 AM
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