I simply cannot sleep on planes. I’m very jealous of those who can. It’s like a cheat code. Time travel. The rare people like the woman next to me on my flight home from Peru who one minute into her nature documentary fell asleep with her mouth wide open and slept like that the entire flight. I was awake the entire time, simultaneously watching Lord of the Rings and the great migration of the Serengeti. Majestic plains in both.
Last night, however, in the unfamiliar comforts of a business class bed seat I got more hours of sleep than every economy red eye I’ve taken in my life combined. On the way home from Peru I didn’t even try. LOTR, Hong Kong rom com (skippable), to the Anne Hathaway / wannabe Harry Styles love story The Idea of You. Good flick. I’ll blame the tears in the third movie on the lack of sleep.
The trouble of getting a taste of business class which I was able to book with frequent flyer and credit card points is that now it feels like the only way to fly long haul, which as an unemployed 33 year old I unfortunately can’t afford. If I could, I don’t think I’d ever take for granted how nice of an experience it is to be zipping through the air at 600 miles per hour, 35,000 feet above the earth in a friggen bed. I had a hot fudge sundae before grabbing some z’s!
Maybe once people start taking 3 hour rockets from Texas to Australia the price of a business class seat on a plane that can (only) go 600 mph will go down. Or maybe I’ll win the lottery. If I do I promise to never become jaded by the life of free lounge burgers, cocktails, and lay flat seating.
…I wonder what flying private is like…