Biggest Trip Yet (Recollected) - Friday 8 September
Hooray British Airways for international flights eCheckin, at JFK no less. Their kiosks included passport scanning - WHOA! Calm vibe of overall area/terminal :-) Wait wait, combing the lines a bit before 6 pm for any late-running 6:30 flight passengers?! YES! service with courtesy.
I’m a bit incredulous I’m at the gate two full hours before the plane departs. Of course, we get delayed 20, 25 minutes with a very short boarding window; other passengers become cranky during the wait. I decide to enjoy the general good vibes, extra electric outlets with my aging, temperamental iPod. As well, I work through the stack of Fast Company mags, so I board with only articles to read.
En route, we’re fed twice – a meal, and custom snack - on both lengthy flights (JFK to Heathrow; Heathrow to Mumbai). The beverage service is fierce, I believe they make two juice/water rounds and three full-service beverage cart passes. At one point, I laugh and wonder if we’re suppose to sleep or sip more.
Read and finished a new black gay fiction, Friends, Lovers & Roses. Made me want more time to read stretched out head to toe. And even more I wanted to get more small-ish films (made), so people can watch on their laptops en route, at hotels, etc. etc. Maybe I need to go back to my small-ish DVDs idea. Or at least do a proposal with some real-world dollar figures.
Heathrow Terminal 4 is such a mall, I’m irked. I may’ve seen a 1990 alum – I’m so out of it, I keep telling myself no way, and don’t pursue the answer. (He wasn’t very smiley besides.) Also, the vibe of this terminal is more, I dunno hostile or somehow less appealing than any others I’ve been in – at that time and since.