When I flew to the US, it was my first time long-distance and I was terrified. I was afraid of my feet swelling up, my legs to go stiff, I'd go crazy by boredom.. I get restless just flying to London for fraks sake! But I was actually pleasantly surprised, I had not expected the in-flight entertainment to be as good as it was and it was all right. My feet? Stayed the same size all the way to San Francisco. ;)
I don't think I ever told you about the flights, did I? We were delayed somewhat from Stockholm to London, or rather when we came to London cause of queues at Heathrow. But the scottish captain (his name was Liam) was so nice and funny, it didn't matter. I was all BA CAN DO NO WRONG ♥ haha. And then Captain Liam did the best landing I have ever experienced. I seriously did NOT feel us taking land. I swear to gods! Then I was just lovin' on Heathrow like I tend to do (OMG so happy to be there tomorrow!) and had Saien Soba at Wagamama. I can never finish an entire meal but I loooove that! And they call you Madame everywhere. OH LONDON. ♥
I knew I had time so I was fuckin' around WH Smith, I got me some new earbuds, went to the loo.. and suddenly my phone went off saying it was 15 mins before my flight to San Francisco took off. I almost started crying as I ran toward the nearest flight board and.. yeah. I'd forgotten to change from Swedish time to UK. *facepalm* Retard.. Calmed myself down with a tomato/mozarella croissant at Pret a Manger ♥ and begged a cuppa hot water at Starbucks for my Lemsip (always take it pre-flight, to avoid ear hurtyness). Could not find the Lemsip. Cursed. Took the B transit to my gate. Found the Lemsip. :) Otherwise the flight to San Francisco was pretty eventless, I had the window seat (never again!) and the guy next to me was about my age and after the first meal he told me "I'm gonna take a sleeping pill, so if you need to go, just hit me". I laughed and said "sure". He was out cold after that. Seriously. I'm not gonna hit a stranger on a plane but I pushed and shook and it did NOTHING. Finally I had to climb over him to get out and he still didn't wake up! Madness.
On the flight home after my long, wonderful trip, I was a bit sad to go and cried a little bit as we were about to take off. I had a douchey guy next to me but at least he asked if I was OK. Then came next "yay back to work and stress after 6 wonderful weeks in the US" thing; the On Demand function was busted. FUCK. The screens worked though, but you could only watch whatever they decided to screen. Which was Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian. Which, actually, wasn't half bad! But it still sucked not being able to choose for yourself. Dinner came, I was still a bit grumpy and the food wasn't that good so I took up my mp3 player and listened to some Cort & Fats instead. Then they showed an episode of Entourage, so I watched that and when I was gonna go back to the podcast, my mp3 player was gone. FUCK. Looked under and around the seat, in my bags.. nothing. Great. So I decided to stretch my legs some and when I came back, the On Demand worked again! Yay! Sat down, watched something, probably Star Trek or something - and instantly found my mp3 player - I'd put it in my flight sock so I wouldn't drop it on the floor. :) Haha.
Bringing Milton this time, he's filled with 12 TV episodes, a bunch of podcasts and lots of music. And the in-flight entertainment looks seriously BRILLIANT, so I think I'll be fine even if it's the longest flight ever. Flying to the US is nothing compared to this, Australia is literally on the other side of the planet from Sweden. Well, New Zeeland is. So not literally then. But pretty fucking close enough!