There is something exciting about taxiing onto the runway in a plane. Perhaps its the excitement for the upcoming trip or maybe your just lucky enough to have some rather attractive air hostess’s running through the emergency procedure. No matter the reason I was stuck in the middle seat of 3 and at that moment I didn’t care in the slightest I was going overseas woohoo!!
When our turn for takeoff came, the engines fired up and off we went. Bouncing along the runway until we parted ways with the earth and zoomed off into the night sky. Our trip had begun and I settled in trying to make the entertainment system work, only to realise it was locked out till after the seat belt sign went off… oops.
The next three hours passed rather quickly as I mastered the in flight entertainment system and relaxed to watch a movie and play tetris. Somewhere after that the excitement began to fade and I opted to try and get some sleep in my chair that I swear had somewhat shrunk since I first sat down in it.
The gf had dropped off to sleep leaning on me which being the chivalrous type of guy I am, just rolled with it. The person in the window seat had long ago closed their eyes and was comfortably rested up against the window. That just left me unable to move and with my ass going numb.
First up I tried to sleep sitting there… yeah that was never going work. Next was to try and lean back against gf but all that did was wake her up and have the phrase “get off me” sent in my direction. Slumping down in the chair also did nothing to appease my sleep monster. At this point I looked towards my window seat passenger and pure jealous formed in my brain, I wanted the window seat.
So what do you do when sleep eludes you on an overnight flight and you still have 5 hours to go? order a beer and settle in for yet another movie of course as this was going to be an all nighter. My next 3 hours were the slowest in my life. Unable to move for fear of the gf’s wrath but unable to sleep due to a numb ass and a chair that I swear was trying to swallow me.
Eventually reprieve finally came in the form of a warm towel from the air hostess and breakfast carts. The gf made for the toilet and I climbed out of my tomb allowing my ass and legs a flow of blood they so dearly desired. With this small gift it made the final hours of the flight bearable and before too long we were standing in Singapore Airport and on our way to board the final flight to Hong Kong.
Our final flight was scheduled to only take 4-5 hours, I prayed that a miracle would happen and I would sleep the entire way waking as we touched down in Hong Kong. Yes I know what your thinking pigs might fly first and your right. Turns out I spent the entire time in a form of daze from lack of sleep and a numb butt. Needless to say I was overly joyed to land in Hong Kong and even fought back the sleep so that I could take in the sights as we caught the train to our Hotel.
Eventually slumping down onto our bed at the hotel I voted for a nap or I was going to be sleeping in the bath tub for tearing gf’s head off.
Up next Hong Kong and my first Christmas overseas…