Every time I go to the airport there’s a flame inside of me that ignites.
I’m taken back in time to years gone by when I travelled around the world, a little bit, and airports meant a new destination.
It also means a chance to imagine where everyone is going, what they’re doing and who will meet them at the other end.
Last week I flew with my lil’ sister to Cairns to meet our big sister and the three of us spent the weekend lounging in Port Douglas.
To break the ice before the flight we had a sneaky (bottle of) bubbly – not because I’m scared of flying, I love it, but because it was 12.30pm and I had no kids with me – totally a reason to drink plonk!
Once we boarded we made quick work of our surroundings, took note of the exits, fascinating people on board and discussed if we could ask the attendant for more than one wine each when they trotted by with the cart.
Thankfully while we were waiting we found some eye candy on the screens – HELLO Bradley Cooper!
We then passed time by reading magazines, so maybe you don’t know this about me but I can’t stand trashy mags – so I made my lil’ sis buy a women’s magazine or something.
It had some tips on snoring spouses, popcorn v’s chips (dir) and tips for those with bad bladders, being a calm mum, stinky breath and fat tummies (I knew there was a reason I bought it).
By the time the plane took off we were giggling gerts but not so much as you’d hate to be beside us.
We had a national basketball team travelling with us – they were hard to miss being so tall (okay we did notice them as we were people watching at the airport).
I tried not-so-sneakily to take a photo of a dude that was so tall his head touched the ‘roof’ of the cabin. Later on in the flight we met and talked with him – I but don’t want to reveal his details.
We soon became friendly with our air hostie and he gave us a free wine because it was my birthday – gotta loving flying with the big V!
He gave us cheek the entire flight and it was awesome – he even took photos and the woman behind us totally photo bombed our shot – LOVED IT.
So after we guzzled back our free vino we were looking for more (as you do) I mean it’s not often I can drink at 2pm right?
I can’t be sure if we waited til the hostie walked past us or if we buzzed, but we looked like this while we were waiting…
But it wasn’t long until good old V airlines pulled through and we were back into the swing of things and were like this…
I really don’t condone being a trash bag on a plane – but we weren’t loud, rude, obnoxious – we were happy sisters loving each others company and so excited about the prospect of seeing our big sister for a weekend of relaxation!
So we made it to Cairns with no dramas and with only one pit stop by me.
Our amazing hostie was so familiar with me that he leaned on the door so I couldn’t get out of the plane’s tiny toilet – bloody hilarious – and I didn’t even blink when I finally got out because I knew it was him – I just told him that I loved how much fun he’d made the flight for us!
Our gorgeous big sis was there waiting for us – we were happy campers with a little glow on!
I really have to say that having an awesome cabin crew can make a flight so much more pleasant – whether it’s short or long haul.
And I know it’s not a glamorous job, but if you’re in the sky you have to act like you’re amongst the clouds – if that’s not your style then stick to the ground.
Have you had an awful or awesome experience in the air (not just those who’ve joined the Mile High Club – I’ve tried to do it before but we were both too big for those teeny toilets.
Do you have a flying ritual? Something you do on EVERY flight?
Totally linking with the super awesome but totally younger than me (BOO HOO) Jess @ Essentially Jess for IBOT