December 22nd, 2009 – by: breezejen
Somewhere over the Hudson Bay
Iâ€™m sitting on a KLM flight to Amsterdam from Los Angeles. Dinner has been served and Iâ€™m done with my 3rd cocktail. Iâ€™m about 2.5 hours into the flight that was about an hour delayed, some BS about weather in Amsterdam and the plane being late, blah, blah, blah. All I know is that Iâ€™m hoping that we make the connecting flight to Budapest on time. Iâ€™m on a pretty tight schedule on our first two days of arriving in Hungary so chop, chop KLM. I guess weâ€™ll figure it out when we get there.
They just turned off all the light on the plane in hopes that all the passengers will be asleep. That way the flight attendants donâ€™t have to work so hard with passengers' requests for extra desserts and stuff. Itâ€™s about 8 oâ€™clock LA time, Tuesday night.
Plug for KLM
So turning off the lights and making it cozy and warm in the cabin is just some mind jedi trick the flight crew plays on you. Really, who goes to sleep at 8:00 oâ€™clock at night if youâ€™re not 6 years old? Anyway, I donâ€™t really know exactly what time it is or what day it is where I am right now. I guess it doesnâ€™t really matter when youâ€™re somewhere over the ocean in a 15 ton piece of metal.
I suppose weâ€™re somewhere over Canada, making our way over North America. The movie they are playing is The Time Travelerâ€™s Wife, I want to read the book so Iâ€™m bypassing the movie. I brought a book with me to read, The Pilotâ€™s Wife, I didnâ€™t realize it was about a plane crash, so to avoid any bad karma or superstitious voodoo, I decided to stop reading it for now.
Dark cabin prompting people to sleep at 8:00 pm
This is the second time this year that Iâ€™ve flown KLM and so far, Iâ€™m quite impressed with the service. Besides the surprise $50 2nd piece of check in luggage fee I was hit with at the airport (no forewarning what so ever), the service has been good. Iâ€™ll make up the superfluous fees in extra cocktails and desserts (ha! That shows you capitalist KLM executives, poo on you (Iâ€™m trying to get another bottle of screw top wine as I type)). All kidding aside, I would recommend KLM to my friends and family.
Anyhow, with the cabin so dark an the only light being emitted is from my laptops, Iâ€™m going to lament on the mentality of travelers who spend tons of time figuring out where to go, yet spend the last possible minutes getting ready and packing for their trip.
Smoke detectors in the toilets? Couldn't see it...yes, i looked.
Iâ€™m one of those individuals who spends hours on planning places to visits, sites to see and events to experience during a trip, but wait until the last minute to pack for all those things. I pretty much had my European Christmas vacation planned 2 days after booking my ticket. Iâ€™m neurotic that way, along with some other OCD characteristics, but hell, thatâ€™s me. The captain warned us earlier that Amsterdam was going to be cold. Not rainy, snowy or wet, but just freezing ass cold. Iâ€™m prepared, I have my mittens in my carry on bag. Going to Budapest from California is a total climate shock. Not only is there at least a 40 degree temperature difference from the 2 cities, but also Budapest, ala weather.com, is wet with snow and rain. Being a California girl, my board shorts, t-shirts and flip flops wonâ€™t do me much good in Hungary.
The toilet is not a trash can.
I had to pack all of my cold weather clothing (hence having to incur the KLM 2nd bag fee (KLM wonâ€™t get off lightly for that one) and purchase a wool pea coat. Anyway, I fit about every sweater, long sleeved shirt and jacket that I had and struggled with trying to shove all that crap into my bags. Damn KLM for not letting me know that I was only allowed ONE bag. For a 4 oâ€™clock flight I finished packing at about 2 oâ€™clock. , only a few minutes to spare. Just in time to rush to the airport, eat something (I completely forgot about that the whole day today until I realized I was shaking with hypoglycemia) and find our gate. No worries though because, as mentioned earlier, the flight was about an hour delayed.
So here I sit, in an almost completely darkened fuselage with Christopher Lawrence playing on my I Tunes willing me to get up and dance (or at least jump around a bit). My feet feel like theyâ€™ve swollen to the size of elephant feet, but just a few more hours and Iâ€™ll be writing about Budapest and not even thinking about the flight and the preparations to get here.