long-haul flights

i'm not really fond of planes. i hate having to fly somewhere, but mostly because that means you have to get to the airport (which may or may not be anywhere near where you are), be there between 1-2 hours before your flight leaves (hopefully on time, when it does), then go through check-in, x-rays, waiting around at the gate with little info as to what is really going on. and then mostly the same at the other end.

long-haul flights i have nothing against, mostly because they generally mean i'm going somewhere nice. childhood memories flood back. the sound of the engine, sleeping on the floor. anyway, one thing that has improved since then is the food. and these last few years, a long-haul flight breakfast meant pancake, omelet, sausages and tomatoes. another reason to be happy! except this time, it meant yogurt and bread. typical. also, i usually fly with nice big 747s, and the A340 i flew this time just didn't cut the mustard. it's silly to say this, but in comparison it's tiny. among other things, stretching your legs walking through economy class takes half the time. felt like a fish in a fishbowl...