me and planes don’t get on at the moment
this year has been a year of problematic flying. some of you have heard my ridiculous tales but i think what happened to me on my way to japan is my second best travel story of the year (won’t tell you the best one, too embarrassing…).
thursday night i fly to paris to catch my flight to tokyo, all goes smoothly and i catch the 11pm flight with time to spare (for once). we take off for tokyo on time and i settle in for the 11 hour flight. dinner is served after which i watch a bad movie and then i fall asleep. about 5 hours into the flight i am awoken by an announcement. they want us to get ready for landing. why, i wonder, we should only be about halfway there, above russia somewhere. the other odd thing was that the announcer said something about landing in paris…. but that’s where i came from, am i going totally mad?
moments later, around 5:30am, we touch down in paris. as we land i can see fire engines everywhere, i feel like i’m in die hard 3 (a recurring theme in my life).
once i’m off the plane i’m given a hotel room and told to come back to the airport the next day. still didn’t know what was going on but i ask and it turns out there’s some technical problem on the plane (didn’t really want to know what exactly).
the next day we leave as planned and everything is ok, i fall asleep again but this time i wake up and we’re approaching tokyo, so everything is ok, very happy to be here.
since this drama i’ve eaten some good food and drunk quite a lot of dr pepper so feeling much better now.
pics to follow in the next few days, i have a camera again!
