The joy of flying. Yesterday I flew from Milan to London with Alitalia.
The flight to London was due to leave 16 minutes ago, but we are just sitting here, on an extremely hot aircraft, for what we have been told another thirty minutes, due they say to traffic congestion.
After what seemed an age, we left the aircraft stand, only to kept in a holding area at the end of the runway. But not for too long, the engines picked up, and we soon sped down the tarmac runway. The force from the engine thrust the plane accelerating to take-off speed, at which point my seat reclining mechanism decided not to support me, and I found myself in a fully reclined position. It was very uncomfortable, (seat 14L AZ0230 9/5/07 if Alitalia should read this), and now I can appreciate the announcement by the flight attendants to put the seat in an upright position for takeoff and landing.
Not long after getting into the air flying over the beautiful Alps, food was served. This time not in a box, but on a tray. Still a sandwich, with I think some kind of omelet inside. Also with the sandwich was a jam tart, the pastry thick and hard, interesting taste that satisfied my hunger.
Let’s hope my case arrives at Heathrow on the same flight as me.
Well my case arrived, but we had to wait a long time before they came tumbling down onto the conveyor belt, which meant that my taxi driver had to wait even longer for me and thus charged me waiting time.
Oh I love flying.