I’ve never been on a plane bigger than an A320 so this trip is full of new experiences, it actually adds to my ‘year of new experiences’ (so far). At our seats we have little touchscreen TVs equipped with Movies, TV programmes, Music/Radio and Games. There is even a maps section that tell you the altitude, speed and outside temperature, a plus that feeds your inner Aviation Geek!
Earlier in the flight it was all a bit surreal. As if seeing the vast wingspan on the aircraft wasn’t crazy enough, the triple 2-4-2 seat formation, with the extra legroom, felt a bit luxury. Yes, I’m aware it doesn’t take much to impress me.
Talk about living it up Economy Style!
Before the complimentary inflight meal – but after the complimentary coke and preztels (that tasted like feet) – I slid past Abbi and went up to the toilets. The one on my side was otherwise occupied so I slipped passed a row of seats, “excuse me, sorry..” I mumbled as I squeezed past the poorly seated people.
I’ve never used the toilet onboard a plane before. Buses/Coaches/Boats, yes. Planes …no and its not because subconsciously I think I’d get sucked through the toilet at cruising altitude…its, not, I swear – Okay a little bit. Its because I’ve never been on a long enough flight to need to go.
My longest flight prior to this trip was from London – Pisa in 2012. Roughly a four hour trip, even after a Vodka and Coke (and feeling slightly pissed – but that’s another story) I still didn’t need to go. Although there was one time I was on a flight from Belfast to Birmingham and I was dying to pee, but I thought “the first time I go to the toilet in the sky …I want it to be on a long-haul classy jet. Not some sleazy easyJet A319!”
So there I was in my – totally see through – leggings trying to workout how to open the door. I pushed in, nearly falling through the door and walked in. It was like a full on bathroom, there was totally room for another person in here!
I wonder if that fit boy sat near us wanted to join the Mile High Club?
Whilst I was walking up to my seat. Mile High boy was walking up to get back to his seat too. He eyed me up and down, saw I was shoeless and looking stressed from escapade around the plane and let me get to my seat first. Abbi and her mass of belongings (ie: her laptop, her drink) stood up and let me in, whilst the boy had to interrupt a nun – from her prayers – to get back to his seat for like the millionth time!
We’re were a couple of hours from arrival and I had to pee again.