The fleeting sense of flight... Not.

I love airplanes. Take off scares me a little but the whole experience is quite enjoyable. I love that when you're flying over the ocean, you never quite know where the horizon is. Is it the first blue line? Is it where the clouds end? But it doesn't even matter because the sight is just gorgeous. I even enjoy that skip of heart beats when we experience sudden turbulence. I love walking around and even being a little fancy to order that glass of wine even though it cost way more than it should. 

However, my love of flying is central to one thing; my freaking ability to sleep half an hour after take off and wake up half an hour before landing. Yes, I'm one of those fortunate people to whom flying doesn't affect. 

Contrary to my usual luck, today is long and almost dreadful. Yup, I'm on a flight ( Ahh, the beauty of saving a draft) to Singapore. Safe to say, I'm so excited I can't sleep, plus it might be the middle of the day. I have two hours to go on the flight and already have: eaten lunch, two muesli bars, Pringles, cheese and crack, a cup of tea and chocolate biscuits (whattt? I was hungry) & watched monsters university, played all the games on my phone, taken a walk, read more of Anna kareina and tried to fall asleep. 

Yes, my blogging appears to be noting more than to pass time. An hour and forty minutes to landing if we're on time. 

Nevertheless,  flying is amazing. The fact that we're hovering mid air miles above the surface of the earth, is not new, but certainly still breathtaking. 

One thing I've noticed about budget carriers though ( yes I fly budget so much that I'd consider myself somewhat a budget airline connoisseur) is very few people are nice. Staff to passenger. Impatience and an air of entitlement. I mean seriously, you're flying budget and not fighting over the last piece of cheese. It just seems to allow the mean people to congregate in a plane, mid air, away civilization. Oh boy. PEOPLE NEED TO BE NICER!!!