All over.
So, I'm home and rested, somewhat. The trip home was just one disaster after another. I started with a red-eye flight out of Perth, which was bad enough, but then cheap-ass Virgin Blue dosn't give you pillows, blankets, or anything. If I hadn't had an old t-shirt in my bag from the party on friday night, I'd have had nothing to rest my head on. As it was, I slept fitfully, if at all. Then there was the 8 hours waiting around in the Sydney airport, because I couldn't really go anywhere in that time... Maybe if I'd had someone to drive me, but yeah, not by myself. That was boring, and I fell asleep a couple of times on my bag. I felt better after each time, but I was sore after each one. Eventually I got through security and outbound customs and was herded onto the 747 for the flight to LA.
That's where it really started going bad.
First off, it's already a small seat. I'm a big guy, and I can sit reasonably comfortably in one normally. Normally. It's dosn't help when the guy yesterday decides that both of the armrests touching his seat are his, and that he's not going to move for 13 hours. So, basicly, I had to sit holding my right arm up and with his elbow in my side. For 13 hours. I slept a bit, the most I did on any of the flights, but yeah... not comfortable. At one point, about 3-4 hours before landing, my entire body was numb and I had this really weird feeling of dislocation.
Then we landed in LA. I thought that I'd have no problem making my flight; hell, maybe I'd get some of my guildies to meet me at the airport for a coffee or something. Two hours is a good amount of time, right?
Wrong.
Two hours and twenty minutes later, I'd made it out of customs and back through security, and was *sprinting* for my flight gate. I had two other people with me doing the same. We made it, thankfully, because the flight was delayed and they evidently waited for us. Two hour flight back to Vancouver, I passed out for most of it. Weird thing was that there wasn't a single electrical outlet on the whole damn plane to charge my ipod with.
Then we got to Vancouver. It was delightfully cold compared to Australia and LA. I forgot how I miss sub-15 degree temps. Immigration was a breeze, no line at all. Then I go to grab my bag to take it through Customs, when, after watching all the baggage come and go, I find my bag didn't arrive. Great. I fill out the customs form telling them that my bag is AWOL, and they let me through. It was at this point that I noticed my watch was also missing. I don't even remember taking it off, but it's gone. With all that stuff done, I wander around, across the airport to the domestic wing, through security again, and almost collapse at the table at Milestone's place inside. After dinner and watching a bit of the grey cup, it was the short flight home, which was uneventful and mercilessly brief.
Then, when I got home, I slept for fifteen hours. The end!
Would I do it again? Well, yeah, probably. But I'd spend the extra money to either fly Cathay Pacific or Singapore Airlines (thus avoiding the US) or to fly business class to avoid the jerkoffs in steerage...
That's where it really started going bad.
First off, it's already a small seat. I'm a big guy, and I can sit reasonably comfortably in one normally. Normally. It's dosn't help when the guy yesterday decides that both of the armrests touching his seat are his, and that he's not going to move for 13 hours. So, basicly, I had to sit holding my right arm up and with his elbow in my side. For 13 hours. I slept a bit, the most I did on any of the flights, but yeah... not comfortable. At one point, about 3-4 hours before landing, my entire body was numb and I had this really weird feeling of dislocation.
Then we landed in LA. I thought that I'd have no problem making my flight; hell, maybe I'd get some of my guildies to meet me at the airport for a coffee or something. Two hours is a good amount of time, right?
Wrong.
Two hours and twenty minutes later, I'd made it out of customs and back through security, and was *sprinting* for my flight gate. I had two other people with me doing the same. We made it, thankfully, because the flight was delayed and they evidently waited for us. Two hour flight back to Vancouver, I passed out for most of it. Weird thing was that there wasn't a single electrical outlet on the whole damn plane to charge my ipod with.
Then we got to Vancouver. It was delightfully cold compared to Australia and LA. I forgot how I miss sub-15 degree temps. Immigration was a breeze, no line at all. Then I go to grab my bag to take it through Customs, when, after watching all the baggage come and go, I find my bag didn't arrive. Great. I fill out the customs form telling them that my bag is AWOL, and they let me through. It was at this point that I noticed my watch was also missing. I don't even remember taking it off, but it's gone. With all that stuff done, I wander around, across the airport to the domestic wing, through security again, and almost collapse at the table at Milestone's place inside. After dinner and watching a bit of the grey cup, it was the short flight home, which was uneventful and mercilessly brief.
Then, when I got home, I slept for fifteen hours. The end!
Would I do it again? Well, yeah, probably. But I'd spend the extra money to either fly Cathay Pacific or Singapore Airlines (thus avoiding the US) or to fly business class to avoid the jerkoffs in steerage...