Ode to Flying

I was very excited about going on the world tour part 2, so much so I only got 3 hours sleep the night before - but that was partly because I hadn´t packed for the trip or sorted out my bedroom.

However, once we got to check-in things became slightly different. Gatwick airport was freezing and I get extremely irritated when I am cold, so when each person in front of me is taking 5 bags on holiday with them I was getting cross.


When we finally reached the departure gate, I had a little crisis and decided that actually I didn´t want to go to cental america afterall and would Alan mind if I just stayed behind. I couldn´t breathe and I was adament my inhalers weren´t working despite the fact that I was shaking like a leaf, I had taken so much ventolin. But the ever patient Alan handed me a tissue and said that I was fine and I was getting on the plane.

I was fine once we had taken off and bought my mini bottle of Fish Eye merlot. The very considerate American woman who was sitting in front of me then decided she would recline her seat crushing me in the process. I politely asked her not too and she said that she couldn´t possibly not recline her seat for 10hrs. The air steward then came and informed me that it was the American woman´s right to recline her seat, regardless of the fact it would crush me - I was not chuffed, so I dug my knees into her back and went to sleep.

We finally got to Houston, where we had to change planes to get to Cancun. Unfortunatly we had to clear U.S Immigration for our 2hr stay in Houston Airport. We met the grumpiest immigration officier who insisted on grilling us separately about our plans - we are going to Mexico! But we now have another U.S stamp in our passports and will get another one on the way home.

We finally got to Cancun at 4am (UK time) or 10pm (Mexiacan time) and were exhausted but you´ll be pleased to hear we managed to stay awake long enough for a drink at the bar.