Day 2
Location: 31,000 ft over Canada.
Hour: 6
It's 12:18. 567 miles per hour. We still have about 8 hours of flight time. Aida managed to fall asleep as the jet throttled down the runway. She was out before the tires left the ground.
What makes a nine hour flight uncomfortable is not the cramped space your siting in nor the lack of leg room, it's the two year old sleeping on your lap, and the fear that if you adjust will wake her.
Yup... Only 8 hours to go...
Hour: 11
My impressions of the Polish airlines and it's people dwindles. They appear to be easily confused and seem to snub everyone they can. Apparently the request for "milk" was too much for one. Wtf? Annoying ass flight, between some chick allowing her kid to play angry birds with volume turned all the way up the enire night, to people crinkling plastic bottles, I mean Jesus where the fuck do they find these people? Poland I'm guessing...
Aida has been asleep the whole time, 5 hours an counting. I myself dosed off for maybe 5 minutes until we hit some turbulence, have been awake since.
Hour: 17
We arrived in Poland. Tired. Realize it's hard to find milk at the airport... However, in comparison Warsaw international is like a luxurious shopping mall compared to Chicago O'Hares Russian ghoulag. I hate you Chicago!
Hour: 18
Killing time I'm Poland.
Hour: lost track...
Still in Poland.. Took a nap on a metal bench, feel like hobo.
Hour: ---
Seems we have regained some sanity. A nap, a bit of really good coffee. Looks like were an hour away from our flight. Also found a free wifi spot which is nice to reconnect, but don't really miss it... Yet.
Aida is happily playing in the kids area completely oblivious to the fact that were down to one diaper, the one she is wearing. Hoping it holds out.
Location: 31,000 ft over Canada.
Hour: 6
It's 12:18. 567 miles per hour. We still have about 8 hours of flight time. Aida managed to fall asleep as the jet throttled down the runway. She was out before the tires left the ground.
What makes a nine hour flight uncomfortable is not the cramped space your siting in nor the lack of leg room, it's the two year old sleeping on your lap, and the fear that if you adjust will wake her.
Yup... Only 8 hours to go...
Hour: 11
My impressions of the Polish airlines and it's people dwindles. They appear to be easily confused and seem to snub everyone they can. Apparently the request for "milk" was too much for one. Wtf? Annoying ass flight, between some chick allowing her kid to play angry birds with volume turned all the way up the enire night, to people crinkling plastic bottles, I mean Jesus where the fuck do they find these people? Poland I'm guessing...
Aida has been asleep the whole time, 5 hours an counting. I myself dosed off for maybe 5 minutes until we hit some turbulence, have been awake since.
Hour: 17
We arrived in Poland. Tired. Realize it's hard to find milk at the airport... However, in comparison Warsaw international is like a luxurious shopping mall compared to Chicago O'Hares Russian ghoulag. I hate you Chicago!
Hour: 18
Killing time I'm Poland.
Hour: lost track...
Still in Poland.. Took a nap on a metal bench, feel like hobo.
Hour: ---
Seems we have regained some sanity. A nap, a bit of really good coffee. Looks like were an hour away from our flight. Also found a free wifi spot which is nice to reconnect, but don't really miss it... Yet.
Aida is happily playing in the kids area completely oblivious to the fact that were down to one diaper, the one she is wearing. Hoping it holds out.
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