Thirteen hours and twenty minutes – that was our scheduled flight time to Korea. I was dreading every minute of it. The plane may be big, but I knew my seat would be small and my butt was sure to be numb. After sitting on the runway for an hour before takeoff – I was certain of it.
Movies, TV shows, music, and games all helped to pass the time. But, even rolling Yahtzee at 36-thousand feet brought me only fleeting happiness. All I wanted to do on the longest flight of my life was sleep – but I could NOT sleep. I was frustrated – and if you know me well, you know why. I can sleep anywhere at anytime. In fact, I’ve always considered it a skill. I’ve bragged about it, maybe even flaunted my sleeping skills a time or two. I can practically nap on command! Not this time.
I have to say – the flight was better than I expected. Even without sleep, the time passed and I survived. Watching the flight pattern on my little seat back computer, I was tickled to know we had passed over Canada, were soaring above Alaska headed to the North Pole, soon to swing down over Russia to the other side of the world. So what if I was sleep deprived and my hind quarters were numb, right? I’m certain that’s the start of a good adventure.