Hideousness

My Dear Princess, 

I do not care for long-haul flights. You know this.

But I determined to make the best of it. I loaded my phone with lots of video content and reminded myself that I love being brought food in little containers*.

So you know, it's not all bad.

But then there's the caged-hen aspect of being squished into TINY spaces with dozens of grumpy stressed travelers and at least one screaming child.

Internally, I am that screaming child.

But I did my best. I watched the telly and ate the food and tried not to count the hours and finally... FINALLY...

I was less than halfway there.

Eff.

I got off at Hong Kong and found transit and got barked at by stressed security officers and made it through to my gate. 

And joined ANOTHER queue of stressed travelers. And TWO screaming children.

Eff. Again.

S.

* I remember you called me a "psychopath" for liking airline food.