Many moons ago, when the Gutenberg was just a twinkle in Johannes’ eye, I thought travel was exciting, exotic and glamourous.
Now that I fly roughly every few weeks and have survived Paris CDG on more than one occasion, with my hair intact (though perhaps less so my sanity), I have realised that it is the height of tedium.
Or, as Orson Welles so succinctly put it, “There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror.”
Except now even the terror is diminishing as I start snoozing while the plane is still chuntering around the runway.
I will be flying again later this month to Norway and with a 5 hour stop-over in Oslo (too short to tour, too long to escape abject boredom) and even the prospect of a breezy Bergen does little to quell my disdain at the getting-there part.
But mirth is at hand as The Oatmeal parodies the trials and tribulations of air-travel with aplomb:
Enjoy, and try to resist a sly smirk the next time you fly 🙂