Mummy’s account

After the most awful 9 hour flight to Chicago less than a month before, air travel was the bit of our adventure I dreaded most. I had forgotten that we needed to battle the M25, and all its queues before we even got that far. Having finally got on the plane, after picking the slowest queue to board, we started taxing as the pilot announced that the entertainment system had gone down and was being looked at….11 hours with no movies…at least Mae had a camera….

(it came back online in case you were wondering). The highlights of the next 11 hours were the snack box, yes I kid you not, why do airlines try to produce cordon bleu meals, when the sight of a humous pot, nachos and a kit kat was heaven and the beautiful landscape of Greenland

I asked myself how I had managed a number of trans-atlantic flights and had never seen it before, perfect u-shaped valleys, glaciers and terminal moraines, took me back to Kings, the lovely Jude and physical geography lectures, one of the 8 hours a week we had to attend – those were the days.

Izaak Says

It was a flight i will remember for the rest of my life.

I sat down on my seat and was excited and already fiddling with my TV looking at films then a moment of despair came the TVs stopped working I couldn’t bare the thought of no TV for 10 hours. Flying over greenland 3 hours in it was beautiful the mountain range was memorising. After a 3 hour sleep with 1 hour left I was board, really board. the last hour took forever and when we touched down in Phoenix I was relieved and tired I stepped out of the airport and a wave of heat hit me and it was boiling dad said around 35 degrees. Finally we got to the hotel in I fell into a deep, deep, deep sleep.