It was a 14 hour flight from Sydney to Los Angeles, and Pat and I prepared ourselves for the trip on an airplane that would not have the personal TV’s, but still a reading light. Long-haul flights with the entertainment center in the back of the chair in front of you are standard on many airlines, but the one we chose — the same one my mom flew out to Australia on last year — does not have it. It was a 14 hour flight.
That’s okay, we prepared for this. We had books with us that we could completely involve ourselves in during the journey, which is good because I usually don’t dedicate my free time to reading books. It was perfect.
Pat and I settled into our front row, middle section seat — the one with just a bit more leg room and the big communal TV screen on the wall directly in front of us. We got our books out and settled in. We were heading to America, and nothing was going to dampen my spirits until then!
And that’s when the main flight attendant took to the intercom.
“Excuse me ladies and gentlemen. This announcement is for those sitting in rows 40 to 46 in the middle section of seats. We apologize in advance as the reading lights in these rows will not be working on this flight. It would cause a big delay to fix them here in Sydney, so they will have to wait until L.A.”
Hmm… yes… I was definitely in that row. So much for the reading heaps of good books plan to pass the time!
Well, the second option was to see what was going to be on the communal TV’s scattered throughout the airplane, so we put the headphones on and sat tight for the movie to play… but that began in French. It turns out they had to restart the whole video feature and it was another hour before anything actually played. It wasn’t that bad watching those since the big screen was right in front of us, but after a while, it stopped playing shows and just displayed the flight tracker status. It was so bright that my eyeballs hurt from the light and I couldn’t sleep when that was all I wanted.
It was a loooooong flight. Unfortunately there was no reading light for me on the journey, and I barely slept a wink, but we still made it to LAX in one piece — an arrival that has been 3 years in the making.
Hellooooooo America! The only thing left between us was customs and immigration, and that is another story.