During the past couple of years Mr S and I have taken two trips involving loooong plane trips.
The first one was 3 separate flights, with flying times of 1 hour then 12 hours then 4 hours. Reasonable connections. About 24 hours door-to-door. For a four-week stay. Jet lag not that bad, going or coming.
The more recent one was flying time of 1 hour + 10 hours, door-to-door being about 18 hours. For a ten-day stay. Jet lag going was unspeakable; coming home, not so bad.
It was the last one that got us thinking. Do we want to do this any more? Is it worth it? The hideous living death (and not in a fun zombie way) of being imprisoned in a tiny seat with your neighbour’s backrest and snores 2 inches from your nose?First class is out of the question for us, just too expensive, but ohhh, the fantasies.
And you know what’s the cherry on the shitcake at the end of a long flight in steerage? It’s how you get to stagger bleary-eyed and disoriented through the sheet-and-pillow strewn glory of the first class cabin. That’s just diabolical. Give us poor peasants our own back door to slink in by. Or hand me a torch and a pitchfork, that’d work too.
What’s your own limit? An hour or two? 4 or 5? We might be stuck at 4 or 5 hours, period, just the one flight, no multiples. The thought of settling in for a ten hour flight makes tears form at the corners of my eyes, and my panicky little chirps make the cats sit up and look around.
P.S. Persons who can fall asleep at the beginning of a flight and wake up at its end all perky and rested can go s*** a b** of d****s.
