I write onboard a Delta Air Lines flight to San Francisco. The headphone sets cost $2. The films $6. Food around $8. Considering I had all this free during the past seven hours in my transatlantic flight from London to New York, I’m feeling like my nose has been put out of joint. At least according to the flight computer (the only thing I can watch for nothing) there is only three hours until I land on the West coast; the end of a very long day of travel that started at 7 AM in a small flat in Whetstone. For all of my patriotism, which rears its ugly head sometimes, I actually really don’t like London. The tube freaks me out. All those people marching to work. subterranean creatures spending years of their lives underground. A race of rats. I find it odd. It’s not for me, so I leave to travel the world to try and find whatever it is I’m looking for.
Get off plane, get in shuttle to city centre, get out of shuttle, fall in love with San Francisco. I meet Jo, my travel buddy at the youth hostel, and firmly sticking two fingers up to jet lag, we hit some bars. I’m far too tired to continue. Night.
Leavin’ on a jet plane…
I write onboard a Delta Air Lines flight to San Francisco. The headphone sets cost $2. The films $6. Food around $8. Considering I had all this free during the past seven hours in my transatlantic flight from London to New York, I’m feeling like my nose has been put out of joint. At least according to the flight computer (the only thing I can watch for nothing) there is only three hours until I land on the West coast; the end of a very long day of travel that started at 7 AM in a small flat in Whetstone. For all of my patriotism, which rears its ugly head sometimes, I actually really don’t like London. The tube freaks me out. All those people marching to work. subterranean creatures spending years of their lives underground. A race of rats. I find it odd. It’s not for me, so I leave to travel the world to try and find whatever it is I’m looking for.
Get off plane, get in shuttle to city centre, get out of shuttle, fall in love with San Francisco. I meet Jo, my travel buddy at the youth hostel, and firmly sticking two fingers up to jet lag, we hit some bars. I’m far too tired to continue. Night.