Check In: 9
Board 10:30, window seat.
My row mates, a middle age couple who are bumbling Americans. With their carry on bags and hidden liqueur bottles, they entertain themselves with crossword puzzles, suduko, and OJ and vodka’s throughout the flight. I’m huddling against the window, trying to get as much room as possible from the consistent invasion of my personal space.
What can you say about a 6 hour flight.
IPod On Repeat: