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The BWIA flight

Did I tell you that when I was leaving on the 5th that the flight was delayed by 5 hours? Yup. That gave me a chance to go to cricket on Day 3 of the Test match between Pakistan and the West Indies.

So on the way back up last Sunday, I was just hoping that there would be another delay. This was because it would take me an hour from where I was staying in the North East, and the flight was at 7:00am. Do the math and you will realize that I had to wake up at 3:00am. Anyway, after calling BWIA twice the evening before, they assured me that there was no delay.

Shucks. I barely got any sleep.

Arrived at Piarco at 5:00am. Checked in quickly, bought some tea and a cookie, drank the tea, bought a book for Niecy then made my way on to the plane. I was wearing the same Sony Ericsson polo shirt that I wore from Jamaica (why complicate things with having to find something else to wear?). As I reached near the plane door, a man stopped and asked me if I worked there because he has a phone that blah blah blah blah. I had to disappoint he.

In row 8, I had the aisle seat on the left of the plane. A man was at the window but he got off in Bimshire, so I had the row to myself until Antigua when a couple got in. I told them that if no one came for row 7 which was empty, I would move there in order to give them more space.

No sooner had I said that than a man came and claimed the window seat in Row 7. He had on one of them sports outfit, sleeveless, and rings on every finger he owns. A baby was in the bulkhead in Row 5 and chose then to start crying. Mr Sky Juice (my brother says that is his name - he is some music person) says "hey baby, nuh badda wid di noise today yuh nuh, caw mi 'ungry". Don't ask me about the connection between hunger and the baby crying.

In order for this to be easier to read, I will now do some bullet points of my observations on the flight..

* Purser Joan making many mistakes in her announcements. Saw her rushing on to flight about 1/2 hour before departure. She must be confuffled.

* Why di ass people don't ensure their crap gets flushed properly when they use the toilet? Jeez man. Now I have to spend time wetting toilet paper and slapping it on the residue to try and encourage it down when I flush. Phew....there is no one waiting outside to think that it was me who don it.

* BWIA must be conserving. No food until the last sector from Antigua to Kingston. No, that is not jerk chicken, as the flight attendant announced.

* Hey...in the Express newspaper, mention is made of Thomas Thistlewood's diaries. I like it when I recognize some obscure sounding book that I have read. (That is the diary of an English plantation owner in the 18th century in Jamaica. I have written about that book on this blog, so do a search and you'll find it).

* Wait! Isn't that Jimmy Aboud? He's a big fabric store owner in Trinidad. Syrian. Very rich. What he doing sitting in Cattle Class? Well I guess that is how come he has money!

* How do people travel with young breast feeding babies? That must be inconvenient. The baby in Row 5 started to holler again. From row 7, Mr Sky Juice says "Mammi, di baby want tea....or juice.......or titty". He probably was right on the latter.

* Realize that the row behind me is almost empty so I migrate there. A woman is reading a French magazine, so I assume she is French, but when I see her eating her meal I have to wonder. She ate the salad first! Usually, the French eat the salad after the main course, so by that rule, I am French.

* What a talkative Antiguan lady in row 10! I tune her out and read my Oprah. Oprah is good company on a flight.

So we land ontime, on Father's Day. I was dog tired when I reached home but I was determined to empty every suitcase. This was achieved.

Till my next BWIA flight episode, which should be in about two months or so, this is the Flight Watcher saying "over and out".

Posted by yamfoot at June 23, 2005 01:01 AM