Being on on an Airplane is a lot Like Being in Hospital.

Noisy, too many lights, random announcements and weird food. Someone went pail and clammy in row 33.  The best thing about an airplane is that they don’t try to wake you up and take your blood every four hours.  I just couldn’t add pictures of me unceremoniously flopping around all night, trying to get comfortable and sleep for a bit.  The first picture is Delta’s promise for a relaxing, enjoyable evening.  The second picture is the hard reality.