This last summer I went to Sweden. Usually it is an eight hour flight, but this year it was twenty one hours, twenty one hours of hell! It started like a normal trip, waking up late, rushing to the airport, barely making it to the airport on time, then realizing our plane is one hour late. My parents were not coming with us this time, only my brother and I were going together. So we, this being the second time flying alone and the first time in an American airport, were confused. In New York, we had to catch another plane that took us to Sweden, so when we realized the plane from Boston was late, we were worried that we would miss our second flight. After stressing to find our gate we finally made it onto our plane. We were relieved, until we noticed our seats were not next to each other and instead my brother was in the row behind me. I sat next to a smelly, shaggy man in his thirties, and when I say smelly, I mean he had not taken a shower in weeks. The other man next to me was an asian man who was very nice and friendly, and it seemed like he was very exited to be here. During takeoff, the asian man looked at me and said:
"Very amazing view huh? Very amazing!"
I told him it was pretty cool and then went back to reading my book when suddenly, I get blinded by a light that turns out to be the flash from the asian man's camera. After he took several pictures and he started to hunch over and press his back against my arm rest, he started looking out of the window making weird comments every few seconds. At the end of the flight my eyes were teary thanks to the man's stench next to me. I thought I was going to die on that plane from his smell. At the end of the flight, I tried to get out as fast as I could while, at the same time, trying to be polite to the man who was about 6"2' with is armpit right in my face. When I made it out I was surprised that I was alive. I met up with my brother and told him about my seat, he laughed and told me he was next to two 20 year old girls on either side of him and that made me jealous (They probably did not stink).
At the airport in New York we had to wait for five hours for our next flight! I almost wished I could be back next to the smelly man again because this was worse: there was not a single seat I could rest in, my phone was on low battery, and I was hungry but the only restaurant was McDonald's, which we finally were forced to go to. The last hour of our wait I could not take it anymore. I had been sitting in the same seat for hours, and this was too much for me to handle. So, I decided to walk around the airport and explore a bit. This was a horrible idea. Exploring was fun until I noticed I was lost. My plane would depart in half an hour and I had to get back to my brother. The maps were not helpful because I did not know if my brother was in wing A, B, or C! I began to panic and tried to retrace my steps. It took me fifteen minutes to find the seats where we were before. The only problem was that my brother was not there! I decided to wait because the gate was right next to me so he had to come back. After five minutes of waiting he came, and it turns out he was in the bathroom. We got on the next flight, this time next to each other. This time I sat in the window seat, there was another teenager sitting next to us. It seemed to be a good flight until I noticed that we could barley recline are seats. My headphones were broken for the television! It took me a while to get new ones, and finally I could watch a movie. The only problem was that every time the captain spoke, which was every few minutes because we were about to take off, the movie would pause and skip 30 seconds. When we were up in the air everything was better. We flew for about two hours before the next problem. The Lady in front of me leaned back while I had food on my food tray. I nearly spilled, but I did not say anything because I thought she did not know I was eating. Then, suddenly she leans up again, spilling some of my coke. A bit annoyed that she keeps reclining her seat without asking, I tried not to think about it. A few minutes later, she decides to open her blinds, even reaching back to open mine, even though we were supposed to have them closed because other people were sleeping. While I was blinded by the sun, she reclines her seat yet again, making me spill again. After 10 minutes of blinding light while trying to eat and watch a movie, I finally ask her to close her blind. She mumbles something and then does nothing. A little annoyed, I ask her again, but now she completely ignored me. After thirty minutes of this, she goes to the bathroom. This was my chance. I reach my hand forward and close the blind. When she comes back she does not open it again and finally I could watch my movie without searing eye pain. After that incident everything was fine, until two thirds of the way through the flight I had to go to the bathroom. This was not a big deal but my brother and another teenager, sitting by the isle, were sleeping with empty cups and trash on their food trays. I tried to carefully move their stuff to my tray and then tried to walk slowly in front of them. My brother and the teenager woke up while I was trying to climb over them to get to the aisle, staring at me angrily. I asked if they could stand up and let me walk to the bathroom, and half annoyed they agreed. When I came back the teenager had fallen asleep again. I felt terrible when I woke him up again so I could get back to my seat. I watched one more movie, when the man behind me put his pillow through the crack between the seats and took all the space of my armrest. Then he started playing some kind of game on the screen located on the seat in front of every person. I tried not to care but the poking and lack of an armrest got very annoying. I tried to push his pillow back to his seat, but he just shoved it back. I pushed it again and put my arm in front of the crack, but instead he pushed it over my arm. This was not fun at all. After his game, I reclined my chair a bit because I was annoyed at how he was acting. I could hear him talking to his friend as he was kicking my chair. Finally we arrived at our destination and met our grandparents. The flight was finally over. Now all that remained was the flight home, but that is another story.