No matter how many times I do it, I will never enjoy flying. Hurtling through the air in a metal tube will just never feel natural to me. And flying the red eye? Always its own special kind of crazy. That said, the flight was blissfully uneventful, and in a very rare occurrence for me, I was out cold before take-off…it was the weirdest thing, one second we were taxing down the runway, and the next we had been in the air for an hour…
I don’t normally sleep on planes so it was rather surreal for me.
Thankfully there were no hyper-active children on the plane, there was one infant who screamed terribly while the plane was still on the ground, but quite the opposite to most kids on planes the second the plane started moving the child became absolutely silent. Didn’t hear a peep from them, or from any of the other toddlers on board, the whole flight.
That said, it was a typical red eye flight, only three hours long, east bound, at night…we landed at 7am when the sun was just breaching the horizon over Montreal.
As is often the case, the company puts us up in the hotel nearest to the airport; or in this case actually part of the airport. Nice room, comfy bed, decent restaurant with good prices…and it’s very nice to be working out of a Canadian port, means I don’t have to worry about converting funds or anything.
But the night before a contract is always the strangest, you’re in between worlds, you’re tired, you’re wired, you’re thinking you’ve forgotten things that you are sure you haven’t actually forgotten…
It’s also your last night in the “real” world, because tomorrow everything shifts again, you take your place in your floating home, meet up with your shipboard family, start your training etc etc…
But for just now I’m in a rather pleasant – although very sleepy – limbo..
Glad to hear that it was a good flight.