Air Fair? Toronto to London

So, for those of you who have ever traveled with me before, you’ll know that there are a few things I prefer on a flight

An aisle seat- what can I say, I pee a lot

No children- I hate noise

Is that too much to ask?

I’m big on with having things in order and a plan being made beforehand so when someone tries to change things, it throws me off guard therefore making me a sandypants. Having booked my flight well in advance, I knew my seat was 16C- a great seat I was told, in the aisle, not too far from the front. Perfect.  When I arrived to the airport last Tuesday to check in, I was told that my seat, my precious 16C, had been given to someone else due to “equipment changes” which essentially meant they had changed the type of aircraft carrier. I’m not sure how changing the plane meant I was booted from 16C and chucked to the back of the plane in 38C but I knew it was going to be a terrible seat when I got on the plane and told the flight attendant where I was sitting and he said “Oh it’s a bit further back.”  The way he said “a bit further back” oozed with undertones of “wow you have the worst seat on the plane.” I could tell right away. I was so far back, I was basically in the bathroom, which I guess when you think about it, it’s useful considering my number one preference on my list but I think I was more bothered about it not being fair that I had a good seat before and someone decided that I didn’t deserve it. My situation was improved, however, when I met my seat buddy Rosie. She was a cool cat from California (cue Katy Perry’s annoying song of summer) and we hit it off well so I guess that worked out in the end.

                On the flight over, I took some jet-lag pills to try to avoid a messed up sleeping pattern and to maximize what little time I had in London. Although I was at first not convinced that they worked and can say that they worked very well. Despite landing at 830 in the morning, which felt like 330 in the morning for me, I managed to stay awake all day (minus a couple naps on the tube but I always sleep on public transportation) and sleep 10 hours straight that night. I think it’s safe to say that the pills are worth the small investment.

After an hour and a half in customs I was met by my friend, Coggy who I met in Grenoble and who helped me into central London.  I need to take a second here to thank Coggy for helping me because without him I’m really not sure how I would have managed... I don’t think any amount of cleavage or mascara could have convinced any gentleman to help me with my 50 kilos of luggage!