If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell you that my flight from New York to Honolulu was a very long 12 hour flight.
11 hours and 58 minutes to be exact.
I’ve never been in a hurry to take a trip down to Hawaii, Australia, or any of those other long distance places due to the number of flight hours involved. The most I’ve done in one sitting has been six hours to London and Paris.
But I wasn’t about to forego the “travel to a place I’ve never been” part of my 52 Things In 52 Weeks list so I knew that I would have to pull everything out of my shallow bag of travel tricks which included:
- wearing compression socks and getting up every few hours;
- a face mask (like the one my nail technician uses) in my purse in case I ended up next to a cougher/sneezer (yeah, I’m that paranoid);
- a fully charged Zune, cellphone and tablet with ebooks, including one of the books at the top of my TBR list, The Unhappy Wife by Dr. KE Garland;
- my writing notebook and a new pen;
- an assortment of candy and nibbles from my pre-flight visit to Bulk Barn;
- a newly purchased neck pillow;
- a blanket;
- a fresh and fully loaded baguette if the flight meal sucked.
Time passed. I was feeling good, feeling cool and feeling confident.
I had the situation “handled” à la Olivia Pope-style until I saw this on my monitor:
Only 1 hour and 43 minutes had passed???
No. Freakin’. Way.
I broke out in an anxiety induced cold sweat and refused to look at the monitor again for the rest of the flight.
We were packed so tight in those seats that I couldn’t even access my carry-on at my feet. Actually, to get into my carry-on, I had to get up, get on my knees (literally) in the aisle, put said carry-on into the seat and then reverse the process.
It was THAT tight.
At least the in-flight meal and ample beverage service was better than I expected. Then again, what do I know? The last time I had plane food was circa 2005.
From that point on, I cranked up the Bruno Mars on my Zune, watched a few action movies, fell asleep, ate too many dark chocolate coconut covered almonds…anything to fill the hours until I truly thought that my knees would break off.
Would I ever take another 12 hour flight again?
Pros: less chance of airline losing my luggage, a decent hot meal, a hot snack, ample beverage service, complimentary blanket, earbuds, pillow, eye rest…
Cons: feeling like a sardine in a hot tin can, wondering why the lady behind me kept forcing her feet into the back of my seat (I had to get up and give her the evil eye for her to stop), silently cursing at myself for not thinking about an upgrade to first class with points…
Yeah, I guess that I would do it again if I had to. Hawaii was worth the pain but using loyalty points for an upgrade will be at the top of my list!
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This post was inspired by 10 Ways to Survive a Long-Haul Flight | IndependentTraveler.com