The Flight
I had no preconceived notions regarding the long trip ahead. The Malaysian disappearance, still fresh in the news, I refused to ponder the distance, time, or mystery of sufficient fuel to complete such a long flight. No point in dwelling on what I couldn’t control. I refused to mull over anything—numerous times. Had I allowed my apprehension to take hold, I might have never taken the wild limo ride to the airport.
We boarded a United Airlines Boeing 777 (I think), Flight 851, a direct to Beijing. My seat: 41E in economy (centre aisle, middle seat), When Sue slept, I begged the guy on my right to allow exit for a bathroom breaks and strolling. When they both snoozed, I climbed over Sue. I watched three or four complete movies (whose titles escape me), began others but lost interest, and read to pass the time. I could not sleep. I’m the type that needs to stay awake to make sure everything is copasetic. The sandman peppered grit into my eyes. Eye drops helped clear them.
We had two babies or pre-toddlers who fussed little for which I am grateful. How the mothers managed is beyond me. The couple in the seats on Sue’s and my left were difficult to ignore. By their appearance and attire, we guessed they were Amish or Mennonite. One seat was empty, which afforded the wife to lie cross the seats and her husband’s lap. She had the nastiest head cold and coughed and sneezed the whole way. It’s a wonder her ears weren’t plugged for how could she fly?
Juggling my purse, the offered pillow and blanket, a light jacket (it got cold off and on), my book and / or my iPad, I had little room to manoeuvre. No surprise. Sardines don’t have elbows either. I’d worn full body compression wear beneath my yoga pants and top as a precaution again swelling. My feet sweat in my running shoes, though. Had I been born double-jointed, it might have been less complex to untie them.
As the engines roared, I crammed the pictures and stories from the movies into every corner of my brain to restrict anxious thoughts. The fellow on my right watched our flight progress on the screen instead of movies. I noticed our flight path headed upwards to Alaska instead of due east and assumed we were lost. My seatmate noticed my near-panic and explained, but what I heard was garbled. My brain refused to process the information. I believe he said something about gulf-stream.
We’d eaten three meals and downed countless glasses of water. An hour or two before Beijing, I speculated the water tank (rain barrel?) must have ran low for the water tasted swampy. I cut myself off. It stuck in my throat.
Thirteen hours and 35 minutes elapsed. Beijing airport materialized at last and our imminent descent announced. All window shades were thrown up with enthusiasm but no-one clapped on landing. I wanted to applaud and then kiss the ground. The time difference threw me. I hadn’t expected daylight although I knew we were to land at 3:40 p.m.
We deplaned with the couple we’d met in Chicago, Russ and Bonnie from Wasaga Beach. Russ, who had memorized the layout of the humongous airport, helped us find the baggage claim. Shortly afterward, we met Jim and Carolyn from Ottawa. Our tour guide, Robert, with a sign held high: English 8, awaited us. Ernesto and Lorena from Mexico arrived a half-hour later. Sue and I made eight. By 4:30, we headed to our hotel by tour bus.
I never slept a wink. Hours without sleep: 44
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Next installment, Friday May 23rd: Beijing at Last
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May 16, 2014 at 6:46 pm
Tess I loved your descriptive post and I could visualize it. ‘The Sandman peppering grit in your eyes’ describes the feeling perfectly. Since none of us flying sardines are double jointed I keep essentials like eye drops in my pocket. 🙂 Will you be upset if I tell you I sleep like a baby on long flights?
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May 16, 2014 at 8:15 pm
Nope. I was too wired until I finally laid my head down.
I’m not the jealous type. I just don’t have elbows anymore. Ha ha.
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May 16, 2014 at 8:17 pm
You must have been absolutely exhausted! No wonder you can’t remember the movies. 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 9:43 am
I must have been floaty. 😀 Can’t remember anymore.
😀
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May 17, 2014 at 10:04 am
🙂 Hope you are all rested up now.
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May 17, 2014 at 10:16 am
Can’t you believe I’ve been back for almost a MONTH already. In three days, a month will have passed. A month! Where does the time go?
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May 16, 2014 at 6:47 pm
I guess I forgot to tell you…..sleep on the plane even if you have to take something, sleep on the plane. Sleeping on long flights is the best way to overcome jet lag.
I can’t wait to hear about your first day!
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May 16, 2014 at 8:16 pm
Thanks, Val. I was way too wired to sleep until I hit a bed. Next time I WILL take your advice. Anything to make the time pass faster. ❤ ❤ ❤
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May 16, 2014 at 6:55 pm
“No point in dwelling on what I couldn’t control.”—That’s exactly how I feel when I fly. It’s definitely not my favorite activity, but there’s nothing I can do, so I might as well try to relax and get the thing over with. I’ve never had a flight that long though. Yikes. Especially in the middle seat!
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May 16, 2014 at 8:17 pm
Talk about a sardine in a can. Ha ha.
Next time I’ll be prepared with whatever it takes to knock me OUT.
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May 16, 2014 at 6:57 pm
OMG, 44 hours without sleep. Have you caught up yet?
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May 16, 2014 at 8:18 pm
Oh, sure. Long time ago. Can you believe I’ve been back almost a month already. *shakes head*
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May 16, 2014 at 6:59 pm
Keep us updated.
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May 16, 2014 at 8:18 pm
I will, as soon as I get there. 😀
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May 16, 2014 at 8:07 pm
What an adventure! 44 hours without sleep – wow! Looking forward to Beijing.
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May 17, 2014 at 9:42 am
😀
Thank you Clanmother. ❤
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May 16, 2014 at 8:47 pm
Popped in from Sue’s blog as I was fascinated to see where you were headed. Loved your flight description, you sure have a way with words, I couldn’t have put it better myself and I know exactly how you felt as I can never sleep on a flight either. Perhaps I just want to check that we are still flying! I’ll have a horrendous flight at the end of the year London to Sydney, but needs must and a new grandson awaits. I shall join you on your journey if you don’t mind.
Jude xx
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May 17, 2014 at 9:50 am
Thank YOU, Jude. I haven’t traveled in almost 20 years and have never had a flight over 4 or 5 hours. This one was a fluke but I believe I’m better for it. Not planning another long one like this for a long time.
Welcome aboard. Glad to meet you and congratulations on the new grandson. ❤
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May 16, 2014 at 9:27 pm
Wow. you are a brave soul.
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May 17, 2014 at 9:53 am
Brave? Maybe ignorant of the ways of travel may be closer? ❤
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May 17, 2014 at 12:28 pm
No. I wouldn’t say that. Probably innocent is more like it. I know one thing, when I used to travel to Europe and Asia, I always took a roll of toilet paper with me!
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May 17, 2014 at 12:48 pm
I did mean as in ignorance is bliss kind of way but you are sweet. I was innocent and now I am no longer.
I brought 4 rolls and came back with 3. We were lucky a lot.
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May 17, 2014 at 1:36 pm
You were very lucky! Used to be, toilet paper was like thin tissue in Europe and in Japan, like thin wax paper…awful stuff. but one roll ususally did me well. I’d leave it when I left, hoping to inspire them about real TP, LOL. I’d take the cardboard roller out and then sit on it to flatten it so it didn’t take a lot of room up.
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May 16, 2014 at 9:28 pm
Isn’t it amazing how you can go without sleep? We did something similar and when we got to Beijing were were buzzed with excitement and went for a walk and had a beer the size of a volkswagan in a karaoke place till midnight. I’m excited to read more.
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May 17, 2014 at 9:55 am
Thanks Rebecca. I know. I couldn’t sleep yet I didn’t drop. I was sooo wired.
They have beer the size of a volkswagan? Oh, those 40-oz sized bottles? ❤ 😉
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May 16, 2014 at 10:35 pm
44 hours on only eyedrops?? You are amazing, Ms. Tess!
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May 17, 2014 at 9:57 am
Nah. Lucky is the way I see it. Once we landed I didn’t feel anymore grit and kept on going like that pink bunny you see in commercials. ❤
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May 17, 2014 at 12:15 am
I can’t sleep on planes either. I doze, I wake up. I doze again…you get the picture. not exactly sleep. I bought some of those sleeping aids, one recommended by a friend who travels a lot. but I never took them because I was worried about dehydration even though I always drink lots of water on a plane. maybe my next long flight I’ll take the sleeping aids. we’ll see. but yea, 44 hours w/o sleep: yikes!
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May 17, 2014 at 9:59 am
Sometimes ignorance is bliss. I was somewhat floaty.
Next time I’ll know better and go prepared. 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 3:56 am
When I went to Florida once, in front of us were two families each with two screaming and always running about creating mayhem. The hostess had several words but to no avail. Apart from noise they did not affect us too much, but the ones in front got their wrath…. My daughter can sleep but I cannot… Nice account seems you had a good time. 😉
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May 17, 2014 at 10:00 am
😀 I’m the same way in a car. When someone else is driving, doesn’t matter how late it is, I must watch the road. I cannot sleep.
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May 17, 2014 at 4:20 am
You are now a seasoned traveller I salute you. ❤ ❤ xxxx
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May 17, 2014 at 10:01 am
Seasoned as in smelly? 😀
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May 17, 2014 at 10:03 am
well you said it it was not what I intended! 😉
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May 17, 2014 at 10:15 am
I know. I know. The devil made me do it. I know what you meant. ❤ ❤
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May 17, 2014 at 10:33 am
🙂 😀 I know you did Hugs!!!! xxx
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May 17, 2014 at 12:43 pm
Back at you too. ~(*_*)!!
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May 17, 2014 at 4:54 pm
d*^*b
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May 18, 2014 at 5:09 pm
Love the Leia hair do. 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 7:24 am
Oh I remember the grit in my eyes well and the lack of sleep. You have done well though, I’m on this flight and journey with you and wait for the next instalment. 🙂 it’s crazy, it’s abnormal, but at the same time exhilarating …kinda ❤ xx
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May 17, 2014 at 10:04 am
Ha ha. Thanks for the company. You know the whole trip would be gone into the wide blue yonder except for doing this blog. I am finally processing my adventure. ❤ ❤
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May 17, 2014 at 7:49 am
The peppering sandman is wonderful! Whenever I fly part of me envies the sleepers but I never do and to be honest I don’t want to miss a moment, I’m too excited 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 10:05 am
I cannot sleep in a car or on a bus either. I envy the people who can sleep. Makes the trip go faster. ❤
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May 17, 2014 at 12:48 pm
When I took my oversea flights the movie, Boeing, Boeing would run in my head. You should, the days when long flights were with Champaign and Steak (that is according to the movie).
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May 17, 2014 at 12:50 pm
Ha ha. No steak nor champagne. If life were like the movies I would have chosen the line, “Beam me up Scotty.”
😀
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May 17, 2014 at 12:58 pm
HaHa Love the sandman and the sardines! I try and sleep but if that fails I turn to Suduko. I have never flown on a flight as long as that though!
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May 18, 2014 at 4:57 pm
Sigh. It sure was an experience I won’t forget. 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 2:19 pm
Loved to read this. Very visual your style of writing which I really like. I’ve never done a long flight and I think I couldn’t bare the long hours inside a plane.
Next installment please! 🙂
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May 18, 2014 at 5:02 pm
Aren’t you lovely. Glad you are enjoying the read. Hope I keep it interesting. Thank goodness for blogging otherwise I probably would have forgotten everything. 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 5:26 pm
Was it wrong of me to laugh out loud at your description of the sardine without elbows?
I thoroughly enjoyed the read. 🙂
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May 18, 2014 at 5:09 pm
I’m tickled if you did laugh. Thanks Suz. Hope you didn’t get any on you. ❤
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May 17, 2014 at 7:08 pm
You are doing a great job of building anticipation to actually arriving in China. I could practically feel the landing gears come down! I am also a trip tracker. Love watching the plane make its way to the destination on screen, although it’s not very entertaining when your journey is mostly over water. Looking forward to the next instalment.
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May 18, 2014 at 5:11 pm
That was my first experience of tracking our flight. My daughter surprised me when she described how she tracked our flight on the internet. What WILL they think of next. Nothing like this available 18 years ago when I last traveled. +(+_+)+
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May 17, 2014 at 9:41 pm
Tess – You are indeed a gifted story teller. I don’t find those long flights fun and I’ve never enjoyed them. I had to travel so much with my work, I finally arrived at that blessed place where I went to sleep before we left the ground and often someone would have to wake me up to leave the plane. Of course, I also often went to work immediately after landing.
I’m loving your story. Have you decided where you are going next? My partner often carried a box of chocolates laced with liquor. He liked to say that he got on as a passenger and off as baggage. Actually, the alcohol allowed him to sleep about 10 hours without a hangover. I probably would have indulged myself if I hadn’t finally gotten the hang of sleeping on the plane.
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May 18, 2014 at 5:14 pm
You are so full of compliments, Sheri, I have to blush but I thank you.
I can’t even sleep in a car as a passenger and never could. Seem to need to stay away to keep an eye on things. If there is a next time, I hope to try some of the suggestions I’ve been given. ❤ ❤ ❤
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May 18, 2014 at 10:35 pm
Tess, I think it helps that I have 20 years of experience sleeping wherever I could catch a quick moment of a nap. It was only after I retired that I developed insomnia. There’s really no justice in this world!
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May 19, 2014 at 7:38 am
That’s terrible. I have a sister who’s had insomnia all her life. She turned 60 last week and I don’t know if she’s ever had a good night’s sleep.
You’re right. There is no justice in the world. I feel for anyone who can’t catch good zzzzs. Sorry to hear you know cannot. 😦
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May 17, 2014 at 10:14 pm
Oh dear! You must have been tired when you landed! I too am amazed at how mothers and fathers manage on flights with babies and infants! This is so well written tea, with you all the way! 🙂
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May 18, 2014 at 5:19 pm
I believe I floated. I didn’t feel anything but I did notice my thought process waayyy offff. 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 10:21 pm
Wow. I can’t stand being on the plane 7.5 hours from NY to Rome. My Aussie cousins always beg me to visit them Down Under, but a 22-hour trip is a strong deterrent. Glad you got through and that you’re sharing about it 🙂
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May 18, 2014 at 5:20 pm
Unless, I learn to visit lalaland next time I fly, I doubt my next flight will be as long as this one.
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May 18, 2014 at 9:35 pm
Amen, writer-friend!
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May 19, 2014 at 7:26 am
You are a delight, Joanna. You kind words make me smile. Same back to you, writer-friend. ❤
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May 19, 2014 at 7:30 am
Have a wonderful day, Tess. You make me smile, too 🙂
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May 19, 2014 at 7:50 am
❤ 🙂
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May 17, 2014 at 11:03 pm
Had to check in on the next instalment. Hope the first trip hadn’t put you off, there is a lotta world out there. 🙂
Just love how you describe everything.
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May 18, 2014 at 5:23 pm
❤ Like I've confessed before, I am a little off the wall but I'm comfortable there. 😀 😀 😀
Thank YOU, Rose. I'm tickled you enjoy my scribble. ❤
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May 17, 2014 at 11:34 pm
Tess….I love your life!
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May 18, 2014 at 5:27 pm
Thanks, Lizardo. I like it too. ❤
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May 18, 2014 at 5:01 am
I can’t believe you didn’t let yourself sleep! I’d be feeling so ill to go all that time without sleep, 44 hours! Weren’t you feeling really ill by that stage? I love flying, but not long flights. 2-4 hour flights are fine, any more and I’ve had enough. I do find I’m a bit more nervous flying these days than I ever used to be, but not enough nerves to dampen the pleasure.
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May 18, 2014 at 5:36 pm
I’ve never been able to sleep while in motion, plane or car. I WAS somewhat floating but not exacting tired. My brain didn’t process properly, I did notice. 🙂
I wanted to sleep. I did but could not. Next time will try some of the suggestions supplied here.
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May 18, 2014 at 9:49 am
13-and-a-half hours in a middle seat? Dang! You’re a stronger person than I am. The longest I’ve ever been on a plane is 6 hours and toward the end of that flight I was so antsy, I thought I’d might prefer leaping out of the emergency exit.
This is a great series, Tess. I look forward to the next installment!
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May 18, 2014 at 5:43 pm
You do give me smiles and warm my heart. 🙂
Maybe the delivery comes from my ‘ignorance is bliss’ position. I wonder if my next trip might still feel like I’m a country mouse.
Thank you for reading and commenting. ❤ ❤
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May 19, 2014 at 12:03 am
44 hours without sleep. You had to have been in another dimension!
I have gotten quite adept, while on a plane, of lifting my leg straight up in the air to stretch and prevent blood clots. Thank goodness for martial arts.
I have sympathy for the woman with the head cold. I’m anticipating these stories. First, I want to know how you adapted after no sleep for so long!
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May 19, 2014 at 7:44 am
There’s no rhyme nor reason to it, Colleen. The best way I can describe it is to hunger. You reach a certain point when you don’t feel or thing about it. My brain wasn’t firing on all pistons, that’s for sure.
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May 19, 2014 at 6:18 pm
😀 I wonder what Tess on No Sleep For 44 Hours looks like!!!!
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May 20, 2014 at 8:33 am
+(@_@)+
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May 20, 2014 at 9:08 pm
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I cannot write my laughing loud enough!
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May 21, 2014 at 8:32 am
Darn WP. Gives you no resources. Ha ha HA.
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May 21, 2014 at 8:11 pm
I know!!!!!! You, on the other hand, are quite creative with the symbol creations!
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May 22, 2014 at 6:56 pm
I do like to amuse myself. Something like doodling. 😀
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May 22, 2014 at 9:37 pm
I love love love to doodle! 🙂
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May 22, 2014 at 10:01 pm
How come I k.n.e.w. Anything to do with your ‘people’?
*grins*
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May 23, 2014 at 5:59 am
😀 very possibly!
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May 23, 2014 at 11:52 am
Ha ha. Of course, I knew THAT.
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May 23, 2014 at 10:41 pm
😉
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May 19, 2014 at 5:12 am
I also have trouble sleeping on planes. Don’t know how you managed with so little sleep though, Tess, I think I would have gone bonkers.
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May 19, 2014 at 7:48 am
My brain went to sleep… 😉
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May 19, 2014 at 8:01 am
🙂
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May 19, 2014 at 5:42 am
I once had the misfortune to be stuck in front of a child who constantly kicked the back of my seat and used the fold-down tray like a drum. Now I’m not a violent person but…
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May 19, 2014 at 7:50 am
Oh no. After no rest for the weary, my brain wasn’t up to par and I’m afraid I might have lost it…and I most certainly am not a violent person either…
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May 19, 2014 at 9:15 am
Tess, I was right there with you, gripping my arm rests and sweating under my shirt, each little nuance of the planes performance dissected. Long flights wear me out. When we went to Europe I considered slapping on a parachute and taking my chances in the Atlantic several times. Glad you had a safe trip.
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May 20, 2014 at 7:54 am
Ha ha. Glad you came along to keep me company. I like your idea about slapping on a parachute. that way I’d get out of that cramped seat. !!(+_+)!!
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May 19, 2014 at 11:22 am
You are such a natural storyteller. You’re going to make me brave enough to go on one of these trips soon!
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May 20, 2014 at 8:05 am
Jacqui, you give me h.o.p.e. Thank you for your kind and generous words.
I have a big birthday party to go to at the end of the month. I won’t drive (5 hours) but I could take a train or a bus. Both complicated and I’d be alone, no girlfriend with experience with me. What to do?
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May 19, 2014 at 12:14 pm
Oh Tess, reading this brings back memories of all those long haul flights I used to take with my three kids across the Atlantic and just like you, I never slept a wink. Still can’t. You know what I end up doing? Staring at the sky map the whole way. It helps me zone out and put out of my mind things like the missing Malaysian flight. I felt like I was with you on that flight by the excellent way you tell the story. Your relief upon landing is palpable…can’t wait for the next installment 🙂
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May 20, 2014 at 8:11 am
Thank you, dear friend, for reading and commenting. ❤ I'm so glad for this blog because if I didn't write about my little adventure, the memories would be gone p.o.o.f! This way I have a true record. !!(*_*)!!
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May 20, 2014 at 2:26 pm
Yes, that is the wonderful thing isn’t it about blogging? It is like having an online diary but of course it’s public, lol!! Still, you can save all your posts and what a wonderful keepsake of this trip of a lifetime (although you might be planning another for all I know!!). Have a great day my friend 🙂
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May 20, 2014 at 5:18 pm
Blogging my trip is working for me because I am forced to type it because I promised. Otherwise, it would be so easy to let the memories slide. 🙂
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May 21, 2014 at 4:58 am
Yes, that is so true… 🙂
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May 22, 2014 at 8:58 am
❤ ❤ ❤
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May 19, 2014 at 1:29 pm
Personally, I think the key to sleeping on long flights is DRUGS…lots of them! They have the added advantage for the nervous traveller of rendering you incapable of worrying about the impending crash you know will happen!
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May 20, 2014 at 8:19 am
Ha ha. Lots of that advice going around. I’ll be sure to prepare next time. I’d rather sleep to make the flight pass quicker. 😀
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May 19, 2014 at 3:15 pm
How on earth did you manage on so little sleep? I sleep like a baby on an aeroplane! Keeps people from blabbing in my ears when I have my head phones on, book open and off I go 😉
Looking forward to hearing about the rest of your trip Tess!!
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May 20, 2014 at 8:22 am
I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to nod off to make the flight pass quicker but no luck. I’m the same in a car…
More coming Friday. (~_~)
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May 19, 2014 at 7:01 pm
FUN to read and commiserate. I found you via heylookafellow’s blog. I knew I’d like your writing as soon as I read the word: copasetic. LOVE that word, and I’m the same way – won’t close my eyes no matter how long the flight, in case the pilot needs me to hold the plane up.
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May 20, 2014 at 8:40 am
Nice to meet you. We could have fun. See you soon.
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May 19, 2014 at 7:19 pm
Tess, I can’t sleep on a plane either. I just came back from a quick jaunt to Germany and I did not sleep going or coming. It’s my need to be in control in case something happens. So glad you made it. I don’t envy your middle seat position, however. Can’t wait to see pictures.
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May 20, 2014 at 8:43 am
Sigh. I know. That control thing. As if I might add some good in case of emergency. Sheesh.
Next time I’m carrying drugs. (@_@)
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May 19, 2014 at 7:26 pm
That was a very long flight. I’m like you, find it difficult to sleep on a plane. I know that terrible jetlag feeling I get flying overnight to London, getting there in the am, yet it is still wee hours in the morning on my body. As for the water … I never board a plane without purchasing a few bottles of water beforehand. I like to keep hydrated and don’t chance where the water being served is being kept. 🙂
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May 20, 2014 at 8:45 am
I go through a lot of water and can’t carry it all so when I can get it free, I’ll go for it. Both ways, though, near the end of the trip the water was s.w.a.m.p.y. Yuck. Mud tastes better.
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May 23, 2014 at 9:39 am
Whew…I’m exhausted, as you took me right along with you, Tess! What a great narrative. Truly enjoyed this read! 🙂 ~Karen~
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May 23, 2014 at 11:02 am
You are most kind. I haven’t traveled for many years so everything is a big deal to me, the country mouse. 😀
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July 13, 2014 at 2:12 pm
Ooh, I can relate. I can’t sleep on flights, and intercontinental is terrible.
I think the planes fly north, as the shortest route on a sphere is always via a great circle. And as the earth is fattest at the equator, the shortest route is probably even more pushed towards the poles…
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July 14, 2014 at 2:33 pm
Goes to show what I don’t know about travel. Haven’t done it for so long I leave all the choices up to the powers that be (and hope for the best). ~(*,*)~~
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July 24, 2014 at 10:06 pm
You made it to land! Yay, Tess! So: 44 hours w/o sleep – do you get cranky? I get silly. 🙂
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July 25, 2014 at 11:04 pm
No, I didn’t get cranky. The world and everything in it felt underwater slow and wavy though–and man I wanted to lay my head down and sleep. ❤
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July 25, 2014 at 11:11 pm
I’ll be that first sleep was the best you’ve ever had.
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April 21, 2015 at 3:38 am
44 hours !!!??? oh my god, is it humanely possible ? I’m very lucky to be able to fall asleep without even noticing it 😀
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April 27, 2015 at 9:50 am
I woke 6:30 Thursday morning, didn’t sleep Thursday night because we had to go to the airport 3:00 a.m. Friday morning. I couldn’t sleep on the flight (almost 14 hours) and we arrived in Beijing around 4:30 p.m. Drove to the hotel, had dinner at 6:00 pm. and then fell into bed. 😀
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April 27, 2015 at 12:48 pm
wow, what an adventure, I don’t think I would be able to be sleep-deprived like this !
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April 27, 2015 at 12:51 pm
I hadn’t traveled in almost twenty years. I must have been high on adrenalin. 😛
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