1-day journey

Germany, 9:00 in the morning.

Time to get up. I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed, still tired from the previous day. The idea of staying up all night so that I could sleep on the plane proved to be suboptimal.

After feeling somewhat awake, I drove home where my whole family was already getting ready.

After about three-quarters of an hour, we could finally get going. There were some rebellious remarks here and there, but overall the mood was quite cheerful.

When we arrived in Wiesbaden at Toni and Kalle's after a 2-hour car ride, we were warmly greeted with coffee and cookies. After the obligatory 'do you remember them?' part was over, we could finally start synchronously slurping spaghetti.

At 4:30 PM, with a brief introduction to our car, we went to Frankfurt Airport with Kalle as the chauffeur.

After waiting for what felt like an hour for the guy in front of us at the baggage check-in counter, we finally got rid of our heavy luggage.

Of course, we had to take a family photo in front of the 'Air Namibia' counter. So far, so good.

After explaining it 8 times, my mother finally knew where to go. E-9. Up the stairs, U-turn to the left, and straight ahead.

Since we still had plenty of time, we leisurely strolled through the duty-free shop and I wondered about a bottle of Absolut vodka (1L) that cost only €9.99.

When we were done shopping, we decided to go for a coffee and buy some water for the flight.

After what felt like 100 times running back and forth through Terminal 2, we decided against the coffee and simply checked in. So, we went through the security checkpoint, where my father wanted to sneak one of those transport boxes with us. The unfriendly employee promptly pointed out that the boxes should stay here, and I turned away in embarrassment (his real intention was to quietly pack the stuff from the box into his backpack. For this, he wanted to stop a few meters away at a bench with the box. Unfortunately, it looked like he just wanted to take it with him).

Well, back to the story.

After buying water, a Coke, and a Guinness for me, we sat in the boarding area of E-9.

After everyone had taken a sip of my beer and shook their heads disgustingly, it was finally 6:20 PM, and time to board the plane.

When the woman guarding the entrance called 'Families with children and Business Class first, please!', my mother jumped up and said 'We are a family with children!'. My father was annoyed and stayed seated, as always. Once the discussion about whether we should wait or finally get in line was over, we could finally board the plane.

The first impression was quite good. Leather seats, reasonably spacious, and even a screen at each seat.

After everyone had finally taken their seats, the safety lecture began. A video was supposed to play on each screen. But when I noticed that my entertainment system wasn't working, I didn't think twice about it and looked at a neighbor's monitor instead.

When we finally took off, I had already tried 10 times in vain to turn on the entertainment system. Great.

So, I had to make do with the series and movies I had downloaded in advance on my phone.

Unfortunately, I had only downloaded garbage. Only one movie was left: 'Interstellar'. So, I started watching it.

About an hour later, dinner was served. Microwave salmon lasagna with rolls that could break Thor's hammer.

After 3 hours, I was extremely bored in the increasingly uncomfortable seats. So, I continued with 'Interstellar'.

When I finished watching the movie, I noticed that almost everyone on the plane was already asleep. I pulled my hood up, put on my neck pillow, and tried to wake up my numb legs. After 2 hours of dozing off, I finally fell asleep.

Written by Jan.

Here is the link to the accompanying video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtkyO6jyuzs