Diary of a Long-haul Stewardess
Such a long flight, I didn’t think I’d make it. I’ve got to get used to being on my feet all the time. Even in my break it’s hard to switch off and sleep on a day sector. The rest area usually smells gross anyway by the time everyone else on the crew has been and gone in there, hardly conducive to sleeping.
Decided to stay up as long as I could when we got into Seattle so when it was suggested to go up Space Needle for a meal, I jumped at the chance. It revolves whilst you are eating so by the time I had masticated the recommended amount for perfect digestion I had seen round the city.
Mooched around the market the next morning then had to work a shuttle sector in the big bird to Vancouver. With a few days off to fill, a group of us decided to get up early the next morning and catch the ferry to Victoria Island. I love being new. There’s always someone else who knows what to do and show off and I can just tag along. This time we had the ultimate prize with us - the Captain.
Now I know I’ve been rather forthright in my view of captains in previous posts but let me say that this one was a darling. Think granddad taking his family out. We breakfasted on the boat and after exploring for the rest of the morning when we arrived, we ended up having lunch next to the shore line where a sea plane was parked.
Well, before I knew it the Captain had gone and talked pilot- talk to the owner and bagged us a ride back to Vancouver on this little plane. I think their conversation went a bit like this.
‘Hi, I’m the Captain. My 747 's got four jet engines. I’ve left it parked back in Vancouver. I’ve got the kids with me. We’re in a bit of a fix. I see you’ve got a small, two prop engine there. Not as big as mine of course, but mind giving us a lift back?’
The contrast between the jumbo and this little plane was incredible. It was so loud you had to shout to one another and a lot bumpier. You could see all the colours of the water and watch the creatures swimming underneath as we skimmed along. I slept all day when we eventually got back to the hotel the next morning at 6 am. This crew know how to party. We’d gone on to a concert and club.
Might change my option of tagging along with the flight deck – there are advantages; I don't have to fancy them but if I’m with the main man that jumbo’s not going to leave without me.
Matt seemed pleased to see me when I made it back to Blighty. He had some flowers and took me for a meal in my favourite restaurant. Maybe he’s been thinking too. What I’ve got to decide is, do I want to be with him anymore? If not, then I must tell him sooner rather than later. Maybe, if I’m even having these thoughts, that’s my answer?
Suzi x'
Such a long flight, I didn’t think I’d make it. I’ve got to get used to being on my feet all the time. Even in my break it’s hard to switch off and sleep on a day sector. The rest area usually smells gross anyway by the time everyone else on the crew has been and gone in there, hardly conducive to sleeping.
Decided to stay up as long as I could when we got into Seattle so when it was suggested to go up Space Needle for a meal, I jumped at the chance. It revolves whilst you are eating so by the time I had masticated the recommended amount for perfect digestion I had seen round the city.
Mooched around the market the next morning then had to work a shuttle sector in the big bird to Vancouver. With a few days off to fill, a group of us decided to get up early the next morning and catch the ferry to Victoria Island. I love being new. There’s always someone else who knows what to do and show off and I can just tag along. This time we had the ultimate prize with us - the Captain.
Now I know I’ve been rather forthright in my view of captains in previous posts but let me say that this one was a darling. Think granddad taking his family out. We breakfasted on the boat and after exploring for the rest of the morning when we arrived, we ended up having lunch next to the shore line where a sea plane was parked.
Well, before I knew it the Captain had gone and talked pilot- talk to the owner and bagged us a ride back to Vancouver on this little plane. I think their conversation went a bit like this.
‘Hi, I’m the Captain. My 747 's got four jet engines. I’ve left it parked back in Vancouver. I’ve got the kids with me. We’re in a bit of a fix. I see you’ve got a small, two prop engine there. Not as big as mine of course, but mind giving us a lift back?’
The contrast between the jumbo and this little plane was incredible. It was so loud you had to shout to one another and a lot bumpier. You could see all the colours of the water and watch the creatures swimming underneath as we skimmed along. I slept all day when we eventually got back to the hotel the next morning at 6 am. This crew know how to party. We’d gone on to a concert and club.
Might change my option of tagging along with the flight deck – there are advantages; I don't have to fancy them but if I’m with the main man that jumbo’s not going to leave without me.
Matt seemed pleased to see me when I made it back to Blighty. He had some flowers and took me for a meal in my favourite restaurant. Maybe he’s been thinking too. What I’ve got to decide is, do I want to be with him anymore? If not, then I must tell him sooner rather than later. Maybe, if I’m even having these thoughts, that’s my answer?
Suzi x'
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