Sitting on an airplane is not an enjoyable experience. It’s not really from the fear of dropping from the clouds but because of being anxious for the destination. My idea of fun is not being smashed into a small space with a 100 or more strangers, 6 of which are screaming children. The people you’re crammed into are either smelly or cranky usually both. Don’t get me wrong I love traveling to new places and meeting new friends, I just prefer not to do it on a plane. You never have anything in common besides the fact that you were both dumb enough to pay for the same overpriced form of torture. Luckily there’s a light at the end of the tunnel knowing that soonishly(yes, I just created a word) you will arrive and an awesome adventure is probably around the corner! Your stay may be amazing and grand and be the happy ending to all you’ve endured but you’re sadly to return to the terminal in only a few days to do it all over again. You’ll have to wake up at an ungodly hour, be violated in a strip search(exaggerated), your belongings weighed and scrutinized, you’ll pray you don’t get judged for packing 8 pairs of shoes for a 4 day trip(not an exaggeration), asked for a books worth of identification(also an exaggeration), treated rudely, eat crappy airport food, eventually to be crammed again against all new cranky stinky strangers. Well, happy travels! :]
The Dear Adventure 