So BA flight 48. The Ferris factor didn’t really strike this time around. I don’t think it had a chance to. I mean the entire flight went pretty much normal and the snafu with Gate Gourmet really doesn’t seem to affect that much. If anything this was one of the most painless international departures I’ve ever been on. For a start I did BA’s online check-in. So I had my boarding pass about 11 hours before the flight was set to depart. Then when Dom dropped me off at SeaTac I just walked up to the check-in desk and handed the lady my bag and passport. She just verified my home laser printed pass okay and sent me on my way. Mind you there was only one person in front of me. I think that’s because the quick bag drop off shared the counter with the First Class counter. Anyway, it went by so fast she didn’t even ask me if I had a bomb or if I had knives or anything like that. She didn’t tell me which gate to go to. And she totally forgot to give me my $20 food voucher. Then again I totally forgot as well. I only remembered when I went for my grande soy caramel macchiato.
Some family was in front of me and loaded up on $60 worth of random Starbucks food which was ridiculous. Got to the gate and asked the guy about the voucher. Noticed he already had my seat number written down on paper to remember to give me a voucher. Not bad… Apparently one could only use the voucher at one location and couldn’t get change. Guess that explains the Starbucks family. Sitting and waiting, no WiFi, where’s T-Mobile HotSpots when you need them. WayPort and Cingular for $7 and $10 respectively, I think not.
For about $19 I managed to get two sandwiches (one of which is probably all soggy by now, yuck, wet bread), 4 cookies, and a croissant. Won’t be too bad if I can make it last the 9 hours for the flight. Oh and when we boarded they had the all day deli ready made junk to hand out. So yet more food. As long as there’s some wine I’ll be okay.
The chav’s (most likely from Stoke) are just annoying me as we board. The one girl is in a Mackenzie track suit which is obviously 3 sizes too small for her. The dad is wearing a track suit bottom and a England football jersey plus a chavtastic jumper. Some other girl with them is in full decked out Burberry. I just want to yell chav at the top of my lungs and get the camera to film the aftermath. On the other hand there’s a much more reasonable English family on the other side of me. Quite posh sounding accent though I can’t place it. The Dad has called his daughter by “darling”. So south, somewhere. Probably on the beach, undoubtedly with a yacht just down the road docked at the marina.
Oh how I miss the English accent. It really is a thing of beauty. So many varieties to choose from,
With just barely enough room to type I think I’m already getting carpel tunnel. The X1 is the first laptop I’ve been able to get out and use without having the screen and keyboard in some freakishly weird position. Even so this is starting to hurt. Oh and… The Sennheiser PXC-250’s with their lovely NoiseGuard (noise reduction) kick ass. With them on and not plugged in switching NoiseGuard on and off is amazing. Granted it’s not like some listening room with them on but without you get the blaring noise of the engines.
View outside the window is dismal at best. Looks like Manchester already, nothing but gray.
Argh!!! No wine. No ice for the water either. Suppose I’ll finish up now and continue again once we pass over Greenland.