My day was chaotic to say in the least. But that's what I get for deciding to still work at regular hours before a flight instead of taking the day off.
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.
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.
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In anticipation of TTC delays (which are more common than you'd think), I arrived approximately 2 hours before my flight. About half an hour before boarding, it was announced that passengers without a check-in baggage could choose to transfer onto another flight that was currently looking to fill up a few remaining seats. Hoping to reach my destination half an hour early so that I could eat dinner there as opposed to impulsively investing in airplane food, I switched on.
This proved to be a bad decision, and the pang of regret only got worse as the flight dragged on.
This proved to be a bad decision, and the pang of regret only got worse as the flight dragged on.
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To prevent overcrowding this image-lacking space with copious amounts of text that probably no one will ever want to lay his or her eyes on, my worst flight experience shall be condensed into a few main points:
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.
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.
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The full album can be found HERE.
A few bites of matcha egg waffles from my bubble waffle vendor of choice and a sip of Hong Kong milk tea concluded the evening.
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