First Impressions

After all the drama of packing the plane flight was reasonably uneventful. I seem to have the happy luck of always having an empty seat next to me. So the only other person in my row was an Australian girl, who was very friendly.

In fact everything was going swimmingly, lots of room, friendly companion, until… WHUMP!

The man in front of me extends his chair as far back as it can go…which is about an inch from my face as much as I can gather.

Why is it that they let people DO this? Whhhhy? Even if you extend your seat all the way back and then achieve the same amount of space you had before it still doesn’t SEEM like you do.

Forever afterwards it just feels like someone is leaning right in encroaching on YOUR space…

And even worse, you can almost FEEL the seething resentment of the person behind you boring into your head through the back of the seat you’ve just reclined – you can’t win!

Funnily how such a thing can so distort your perception of people. When we finally landed we found the space hogs in front of were actually a really lovely and friendly couple who talked to us for ages while we were waiting to get off.

And boy did I want to get off. It’s so cruel how after so many hours of tracking the plane inching it’s way over empty oceans and then finally, closer and closer to land… only to be stuck in that horrible tin can for another half an hour once you finally reach it.

On the upside though, we made it to San Francisco safe and sound J

Unfortunately, it’s not very pretty on first sight… that city could really do with some PR advice…

…here I was expecting a glittering blue harbour spanned by the glorious Golden Gate Bridge with the city stretching out beyond…. And we flew in the back way, over the sewerage ponds.

- didn't anyone ever tell them first impressions count?!

Well that’s been the sum total of my time in the states so far. I’ll let you know how it went reaching Canada in the next blog.

Ka Kite a No

Leaf