I have safely arrived in New Hampshire. My first day here was great! And even just getting here was a lot of fun!
First, I got very lucky. After Curtis so kindly dropped me off at the airport (around 5:40 a.m), I directed myself to the nice lady at the Air Canada counter. Nice! No line up, just a lady waiting for me with a pretty smile!
-Your name please?-
She looks confused...
I feel a surge of adrenaline when she answers: -I don t have you on this flight!!!-
I suddenly remember how on the way to the airport, I was bragging about never having missed a plane! oops.
How could that be, I pulled out my ticket, the flight name on the ticket was correct but the time was not! So....as the adrenaline flowed through my body, the nice lady searched in her computer...before saying the most relieving words of the day, something like: - There is one place on the next flight, you are so lucky, you have half an hour to get to the gate, you can make it. -
I loved that lady, she was a YES girl, I felt like hugging her but I had to hold back and just give her a hand shake!
I got to the gate, flew into the air, and slept the whole way. I don t usually sleep in planes because although I love to fly, it scares me to be stuck in a metal cage, flying threw the sky with 200 strangers and no control on the situation!
But....yesterday, I was going to find out that it could also be scary to fly in a little metal cage with only three other people on board with some (though limited) control on the situation.
Here it goes:
The call up for boarding on the flight from Toronto to Manchester was original. I had asked the lady at the desk how soon my plane would board and went for coffee. Minutes later, she just yelled: Boarding for Manchester- then looking at me- that s you!
Why only me? Hmmm....She pointed me out to gate 270, I walked, walked, saw a tiny old plane down the line, prayed it wasn t mine...walked...and found it was mine. Noooo! Another flying coffin. Me and my family members call those types of planes that way because we had a very frightening experience in one of those in a storm. Those little planes are not so reassuring to me in bad weather.
I sucked it up, and got into the plane. Met co-pilot evil (he wouldn t smile back!) and met the three other kind passengers that would be with me. The plane was tiny, I gave a look to the other passengers and sat right behind the pilot (Hey, I want to know what s going on!!!).
To my relief, the pilot himself was nice, he turned around and gave me a grin. OUF! That was reassuring since that was at the precise moment the old man behind me was re-living some pre-school experiences as he was scolded by co-pilot evil for having put his back not quite tucked enough under his wife s seat. His poor wife tried to calm co-pilot down.
Then, co-pilot evil announced something along the lines of: -There is no flight attendant on this flight- (he was definitely not one)haha -so we will be flying together for an hour and a half, if you have any questions, let me know-
I felt like asking him why he looked so sad today...but I kept that to myself.
He then brutally shut the door. Uh, oh...there was no turning back now.
Then, the familiar sound of my vacuum cleaner started....it was the engine! (really, you would have laughed, it realy sounded the same!)
Oh no! There was nothing I could do...all of a sudden, I started wishing I had a parachute ...or wishing I had my pilot license. One day! Too late now! Here we go!
I had a lot of fun observing the pilot manoeuvres at take off and kind of forgot about all the scare. We had a smooth flight, I started to like the cowboy feel there was to it. At one point during the flight, the pilot got up and left the cockpit. – Hey mate, who s flying the plane!-
I kind of liked the idea of being in the air with no pilot. All of a sudden I pictured myself heading up to sit down at the pilot s seat as he had gone the the bathroom and taking control of the plane.
The pilot was back now, not a bad idea, guess I ll try the bathroom too.
I got up, walked three steps (that s how long the plane was, from front to back) and entered the strangest plane bathroom ever. First, where was the light...oh there...oh it doesn t work! I let one of my flight buddies know so he could have a good laugh (we had talked about the medieval aspect of the plane). Then a girl suggested...to just keep the door open, they wouldn t look! (great! Hehh, kind of funny situation). I decided to close the door and trust my senses. In the dark now. I lift up the big square compost type bathroom cover and will not start to describe the smell that arose from there. OUH! That is not all. At the moment I finally had to get out of the bathroom, the door was jammed. I had to fight it open in the dark, and once I did, my flight buddies and I had yet another good laugh.
-Who s next?-
The rest of the flight went fine. We had fun, as captain and co-captain read extra pages of the novels they were into. ( No kidding, they actually both were reading at one point)
When we landed, I was happy to be back on firm ground after that and found mom waiting for me at the airport with the puppies.
More news very soon!