WEAST

Unless you’re very lucky, I think it’s safe to say that majority of people suffer quite a bit during whatever plane ride over 3 hours. Most comfort likely comes from the Executive class, which I was lucky enough to get cheaper than Economy this time around.

For most it might mean the supply of movies; for me it meant food: peanuts, tea, appetizer, main, tea, tea, tea and ice creeam with fresh cookies, and one last round of tea. There were more food runs than there were hours. And the food was miraculously acceptable. A cousin who works for Air Canada warned me not to order the chicken because it was artificially injected with water to puff up the breast, but when I saw the dry beef for the woman beside me, I was quite happy with the non-authentic chicken terriyaki. It tasted good enough, and the appetizer salad (barley, spices, peppers, grilled egg plant, etc.) was actually very good.

All in all, a tolerable experience, but that doesn’t make the prospect of the next trip up 30, 000 metres or feet in the air any better. It does prove my point that food saves the day. Always.