Have
you ever tried to sleep on a plane? There are two types of people; those who
can fall asleep immediately, allowing them to sleep anywhere at any time, and
then you have those who struggle to sleep in any condition. Give me a dark room
with no noise I’ll happily close my eyes and drift off to sleep at a steady
pace, but put me on a plane then it becomes a different story altogether.
On
the plane ride to New York, I need not any sleep. Sure, I woke up at midnight
and had already been awake for 9 hours before my flight took off, but I was
remained awake throughout the flight. I kept myself comfortable and entertained
throughout, only having to get up out of my chair to let the woman beside me go
to the toilet. It was a pleasant experience.
The
plane ride back, however, wasn’t so nice. It should have taken off at 11PM, but
it didn’t leave the runway until 2AM in the morning. I’m normally in bed by 10
– 10:30PM most nights, so come 11PM, I was shattered and ready to close my
eyes. With the looming stress from the possibility of a very long delay hanging
over my head, I grew even more shattered. By the time the plane took off at 2AM
Friday morning, I was the most mentally exhausted I’ve been in a long while. My
eyes were hurting from tiredness, and my vision was slowly fazing in and out. I
needed my sleep and I needed it immediately.
Unfortunately,
I found myself in the group of people who cannot sleep on planes. The chair on
the plane coming was comfortable because I didn’t need to sleep. The chair on the
plane going home was uncomfortable because I needed to sleep. I could not find
a suitable position to properly relax. I close my eyes and the strange
awareness of trying to fall asleep kept me awake. The noise of the plane itself
was loud, my chair just didn’t go back far enough to accommodate my
increasingly aching back as I was in a constant state of flux with my
positions. I’m surprised the people either side of me didn’t have a go at me
for moving so much, but then again, they were fortunate enough to drop into a
deep sleep. I was the only person in my row who just didn’t get a wink
throughout the flight.
Hour
after hour went by and I tried my hardest, but nothing worked. I was stuck on a
plane for 7 and a half hours, exhausted, being kept awake by my own inability
to sleep, and then breakfast was being served. I watched as the trollies were
pushed down the isles towards the first class where the stewardesses would work
their way up the plane, serving everyone breakfast with a refreshing drink. Confused,
I checked how long we had before landing at Heathrow and discovered there was
only 3 hours remaining. I must have jumped forward a few hours because there is
no way I had been struggling for 4 hours already. I must have dozed off. My
brain must have gotten so tired it just shut down. That explains why my back
and legs and neck were aching, because I had slept at an awkward position due
to my brain just shutting down. I don’t feel any better than I did before
dropping unconscious. I could’ve argued I felt worse, but hey, breakfast was
being served. There was only 3 hours remaining. Time to watch something.
The
food was genuinely nice, though. I wasn’t particularly hungry, but I wasn’t
going to turn it down. As I write this article a couple months after my
holiday, I can remember may details, but I cannot remember what I had to eat on
the plane ride home. My inability to sleep and what happened when landing
overshadowed breakfast by a wide margin. Nearing Heathrow, we were given the
usual orders of putting our seats upright and keeping our seatbelts on at all
times until given permission to unbuckle them once fully landed and at our
terminal, I was eager to get out of the plane and get back on the coach which
would take me to Ipswich where my dad would pick me up and take me home.
It
was foggy and windy. As we descended into Heathrow, the entire plane got tossed
around with high turbulence. Looking out of the window, due to the fog, none of
us could see a thing. The weather conditions outside was incredibly tricky, our
pilot had his work cut out for him. Any pilot would have gone through a
training simulator where they would have had to land a plane in much worse
conditions than this just to say they can, meaning landing this plane would be
a piece of cake...
Not
entirely. We were shaken around a bit, but we touched down on the runway. But
before I could sigh with relief, the engine kicked into high gear again and we
found ourselves taking off again. Due to the difficult weather conditions, we
had landed too far along the runway to give us enough room to slow down safely,
giving the pilot no choice but to try again. We climbed once more, until we
levelled out at 4,000 feet, where we circled back around and went for round two.
It
was even bumper this time round, which didn’t give me much hope considering
what happened last time. I had strong visions of doing this a third time, but
amazingly the pilot managed to land the plane perfectly, at the right point on
the runway so we were able to slow down safely and then we collectively sighed
a sigh of relief. We had made it. We were late and the stewardesses did
apologise for being so and announced that the company had been working around
the clock alongside the airport to arrange new connecting flights to those
who’ve got further to travel. For me, all I missed was the coach taking me back
to Ipswich. I’m sure National Express would be sympathetic towards me for being
late and help me out... right?
Thanks
for reading
Antony
Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)
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