I mean, we got off to a pretty easy start. There wasn't much traffic in the Memphis airport and we got through the safety check without a hitch. The new full body scanner is interesting, but not as invasive as everyone makes it out to be. I think it's the pat downs that has everyone in a tizzy...which I guess is understandable if you have something to hide. They did a pat down on one of the girls we're flying with, but she wasn't too concerned with it. They just smoothed down her upper body because she had a hoodie on. In fact, I'd like to think that Officer Cole (the officer that did my scan) and I got started on a really good note. After she made me spread my legs and put my hands on my head, she kindly requested that I keep an eye on my belongings. To which I quickly replied (with a grin), "No prob, Officer Cole. :) I plan to." See?? A good start!
The the flight to Detroit wasn't bad. Conrad and I ate breakfast...and lunch...and dinner...and a snack...and dinner again together! Let's just say that we haven't spent too much time apart. :) As in he's sitting next to me while I write this. We lucked out in the way of seating for our international flight. Conrad doesn't like sitting next to windows, so we went to change it and see if we could find seats next to each other and found out that all three of us (Conrad, Christian, and I) could sit together. Then when we got on the plane, there were rows and rows that were completely empty. To the point that we all moved up to the front of the plane to have more leg room.
Let me please clarify. Leg room on a Boeing 777 means a lot when all you can do for 14 hours is sleep, eat, watch movies and bug your neighbor. Even then it still felt like I was in a box. Let me also clarify the feeling of utter horror when you realize that even after you've slept for an hour, ate dinner and watched at least 2 movies you still have 8-9 more hours of fly time to go. Worst feeling ever. Almost as bad as having a really mean flight attendant--which we also had. We named her the wicked witch of the east, partially because she was so rude...and partially because she was Asian. Either way, she was terrible.
Another thing that helped me with flying this time around was having someone familiar on the plane with me. Usually I fly alone, but this time I had a friend with me. A crazy friend, who when he knows you're feeling uncomfortable will make you laugh so that you're not as scared. Let's use take-off as an example. We flew the plane. From our seats, yes, and it may sound silly (two 22 year-olds "flying" a plane from their seats), but I wasn't nearly as worried about crashing when I was sitting next to Conrad. Another plus to sitting with someone you know: they will order for you if they know your likes and dislikes. No chicken or orange juice on the flight for THIS girl...cause she's got a friend to fly with. :)
Well! We're 30 minutes outside Shanghai right now, so I guess I better get off here. And by now I mean 5:47am. Why yes, I have been traveling for almost 24 hours now. Thanks for noticing. :)
As they say in Chinese,
再见！ (^-^)
Whitney
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