My favorite flight path is from Portland to Dubai. Then Dubai to Entebbe, Uganda. Those carriers have newer planes that are designed for long flights. This time around I flew Delta then KLM via Amsterdam. These planes are older, and let’s say, provide a different kind of experience. Flight #1 was fairly empty so there was room to spread around. I looked out my window at the beauty that lives above the clouds.
We landed on time, but I ran to the other side of the airport where they had already started loading the plane. I hope my luggage makes it! Flight #2 was a different story.
It placed me in a middle seat (after I paid extra for the aisle). 1/3 of my seat was already being occupied by a rather robust man. It was physically impossible for him not to intrude into my seat. The guy on my left side of me was probably 6’6” and it was physically impossible for him to sit an not have his legs at a 45 degree angle towards the area where I was supposed to put my legs. We all looked at each other with nothing to say. Words would do no good. I just climbed in and tried to shimmy down into a spot knowing that the guy next to me would most likely be sweating on my arm for the next 9 hours.
Somehow, I made it through alive and we landed on time. Both of the bags I checked bringing supplies for the orphanage showed up. The zip ties were missing and I could only hope most of the items had not been taken by greedy inspectors. I had a huge team of kids there to greet and gave me a great welcome. 30 minutes later I was in my room at the orphanage by 11:30 pm.