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Edit: pt.1? How assumptuous of me. That’s will be the only one there’ll be, sorry.

Flight to London, not as planned

It appears a regular thing that when flying abroad, i feel the need to write something (“when flying” – relatively spoken. See Cannes 3GSM trip 2005) So verbal diarrhea ahead, consider yourself warned. Oh, and also, but not only, a new car!*

Was supposed to leave at 17:25. Apparently I thought having two different passports means I can take whichever. Not so according to the inner affair ministry. They didn’t let me through, and I had to give up that flight. I have to say, they weren’t very particularly nicely about it as well. Not sure I can blame anyone though, scratch that.
Lucky me, the company’s flight agent found another flight two hours later. Super-expensive cab to my apartment and back, just to fetch that goddamn passport. In our digital age it seems so silly that they actually require me to actually have a physical passport. What are you, morons? You let me board that plane without a physical flight ticket, so what’s your deal? Everything should be digital, plant a chip into my wrist, tag my neck, etch a barcode into my retina – it’s just alright, and you know that’s how it’ll be. But leave that stupid physical shit alone.
Back at the airport; After I’ve paid him, he wishes me a food flight and that I’ll never have to go through such trouble again. Thank you. This place feels now like one big Deja vu; at least Check-in is fast. One hour of duty-free shopping for me. Flying BMI. And, not too surprisingly the flight is delayed by 40 minutes. So I can allow myself a miniature salmon sandwich which, besides of my hunger, appealed to me because it was small and cute.
After a certain amount of time which could be compared to the approximate unit of “forever”, I get to board the plane. Now, Sitting beside a nice israeli-italian guy named Ugo who works less than a kilometer apart from me and lives even closer in tel-aviv, I only wish for dinner and sleep. Another timespan of forever passed, we’ve barely taken off, and sadly people are already shouting at each other.
Alright, what do we got here? The personal monitor isn’t showing an outer onboard camera, which is too bad. “Swissair is better”. Yeah, might be. The hebrew font face on the screen is like the printing Hebrew Siddurs’**, just looking horrendously and completely at the wrong place.
One of the movies in the plane is “x-men: wolverine”. I’m letting the movie run while I write this crap here. Here’s to some Gin & Tonic, which is another thing I’ve never done before. Besides getting denied of a flight and flying to London, that is.
Nine thirty, almost. The plane shakes a bit. Went for the ravioli meal choice. That was nice, thank you. Now, bring me two another ones like this and I might be okay. Movie is over. All channels are on “will resume shortly”-mode. I don’t feel well, but both forehead and right ear feel okay. Glad I brought the Shure earphones. Am I whiney yet? Funny, I started this flight all jolly (note the advanced British expressions), but now I wish I had a bed. I have no idea whether I’ll have a chance to prepare for the meeting what I wanted to, not to mention getting some sleep.
I open my eyes. This wasn’t sleep. At least the time says so. So many people around mr seem to have no problem dozing off. Funny, I manage to fall asleep in the commute, but not on a plane. SNAKES ON A PLANE! I wants the internets. Without it I can’t even quote a stupid movie properly, and highly important things like that.
alright, set the clock two hours back for London time. We’re supposed to land at eleven and in twenty minutes it’ll be 10. Wait, does that mean I gained two hours? I’m not sure. My discalculiae should be studied. So at 10, that’s when I just might pull out the Lappy and start getting some work done. Meanwhile we’re flying over Madrid. Now imagine yourself having written all this stuff with an E71 or a crackberry. ..well, you’re right, it’s not completely normal anyway. Which reminds me I should probably continue that iPhone entry.
Plane shakes more. I see lightnings flashing up in the clouds below me.

Alright, twenty minutes to eleven. I got some work done! Specifically now the best thing to make me feel a bit better. Next coming up: probably a cold landing in rainy London. Cheers.

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 * Quasi Frank Zappa Quote from (but not only) “drafted again”
 ** Siddur = Jewish Prayer Book. More info here