Lunch, though thoroughly unappealing in presentation, was surprisingly scrumptious. Coined the "Inside Out Burrito", the 'dish' consisted of regular burrito fillings on a bed of rice in place of a standard pita wrap. Guacamole could also be added for an additional seventy-five cents; it was worth it though - it was a perfect mix of mashed avocado, small avocado chunks, and the slight tangy-ness of lemon juice.
I later on also settled for a Mango Strawberry Smoothie and a Banana Loaf upon arriving at the airport after a long subway/bus ride.
This proved to be a bad decision, and the pang of regret only got worse as the flight dragged on.
1) "Sorry Miss, but I'm afraid you may need to check-in your carry-on."
Excuse me, sir, but I just transferred onto this aircraft because I didn't have any check-in baggage. And now you want me to check in the only piece of luggage I have and wait eons at YVR to pick it up? No thank you.
Thankfully, one of the blanket-storing cubbies near the front of the aircraft happened to be empty, so a flight attendant was able to fit the carry-on in. The two downsides: I couldn't gain access to it at any point during the flight, nor could I see if a passenger exiting the aircraft before would swipe it (by accident or complete intent). To my relief, it was still residing in its original spot after the full four and a half hours.
2) Middle Seat, Back of the Aircraft
These two phrases ought to be enough to explain the horrors I had to endure, but the seat that I had transferred onto wasn't only a middle seat - it was a middle seat situated beside a young father and his baby daughter. Needless to say, my trip involved an abundant amount of food scraps, baby toes prying into the side of my thigh, the reluctant inhaling of mysterious odours hailing from unchanged diapers, and surprisingly little whimpering. It was quite a struggle for one suffering from mild claustrophobia like myself to remain trapped in an enclosed spot for most of the flight (since it was difficult for the dad to squeeze out into the aisle) without access to a window (the lady beside me shut it completely in order to sleep. But, lady, you have your sunglasses on!).
3) Turbulence - A LOT of it
It was naive of me to assume that I would be able to survive a flight with only a few Oreos. I later purchased a hummus and pretzel snack, and finished majority of it just before the turbulence started to kick in. I felt immediate nausea, which didn't subside at all for the remaining 2.5 hours. I continued in this state until after ingesting some proper food at dinner. In addition, a massive migraine accompanied me for about three-fourths of the flight.
I was more than happy to get out of the airport when I finally landed; and even though I was in a state of severe sleep deprivation at that point (waking up at 5:30 AM is no joke, people!), getting a whiff of proper food was an incredibly comforting sensation, even if it was just casual Cantonese diner food.