Writing A Blog Post in the Most Unexpected Place

Under normal circumstances, I’d write to you and say that on ‘my side of this world’ it’s summer…or winter etc. However, this post does not warrant normality in any from. It’s currently 00:13 according to my laptop- whether that means it’s 00:13 in South Africa or the local time at my destination, I’m not really sure. I tend to misjudge all concepts of time when I travel. Also, I’m not quite sure where exactly I currently find myself in the world…but I think I’ve just crossed over into the Northern Hemisphere. I think. I guess that means I’m headed in the right direction.

However, I am certifiable able to tell you one thing; I’m currently 37 001 feat in the sky, writing to you from above the clouds; I told you these weren’t normal circumstances, didn’t I? Over the nearly two years of this blog, I’ve written from the ground, in Greece and South Africa. I’ve written from a Middle Eastern airport and now, I’m coming to you from the clouds. This is possibly the only instance where someone could say to  me "Your head's in the clouds" and I wouldn't be offended.

"This post does not warrant normality in any from"

The cabin lights (in what I’ve been told on good authority is a Boeing 777 300-ER) are dimmed. Most of the cabin is asleep except for the odd person watching 'Table 19' or 'Beauty and the Beast'. I'm the only person on a laptop, but I guess that's what happens when you're off school for months and watch movies online. A crew member just waltzed down the aisle with a basket of chips. Good thing I was struck with some mid-air motivation, because I wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass me by. So, you can now correctly assume that I’m munching on Tomato Ketchup chips whilst skilfully one-finger typing this post.

If I’ve resorted to talking about the chips I’ve been given on my flight, that’s as good an indication as any as to how this flight’s going; The bald somewhere-nearing-forty-year-old man who had the pleasure of being seated next to me in 12H has turned out to be a gentleman indeed, sporting jeans and a polo shirt- less conventional regal attire. He’s a married gentleman (his ring gave it away) but a gentleman nonetheless. So… maybe he’s not exactly the summer prince charming I was looking for- but I figure I’ve got two months ahead of me to find a Grecian God-like man (which I did end up finding and that you can read about here)

Also, since typing this, I heard sounds that largely resembled someone puking. Needless to say, I can smell the salad from dinner 2 hours ago, from the seat behind me. This may end up being a long (and increasingly interesting) flight after all.

"Since typing this, I heard sounds that largely resembled someone puking"

Another steward just came around with a tray of water; I think I’m in heaven.

We just went through another bout of turbulence. This has been a rather bumpy ride…. Okay, my food tray is rattling uncontrollably and 12H is waking up. I think I better get going.

Note to self: Add ‘Travel in Business/First Class’ to my ‘Kicking the Bucket’ page…

What's your weirdest aeroplane experience? Where's the most unexpected place you've written a post? Also, please let me know of any particulars that you'd like to see or know about Greece. 

Till next time-

Steph


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