...isn't that weird.
Well, transalantic flights could always be better when traveling in coach. Surprisinly quiet with only one child on board. The guy next to me only said one thing to me for 7 hours. No joke, as soon as he got on the plane, "I can't remember the last time I flew coach for an international flight." Some people just want everyone to know they are big time. I wanted to respond, "Me neither", but who am I kidding. The rest of time he went over a powerpoint on marketing strategies for Germany...I had the slides memorized by the end of the flight - it wasn't that interesting.
Also, I had the honor of a permanent "black box" under the seat in front of me. It was pretty awesome not straightening my legs for 7 hours. I almost couldn't walk when we got here...
...well, off to Kenya in an hour. I'm going to check out the museum here at Schiphol before I go...tata...
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