The One With the Ramen
2:57 PM (EST)
I am on the plane. I am in the air. Guess there’s no turning back now.
4:01 PM (EST)
Dinner has been and gone. I’m not entirely sure why they decided to serve dinner at 4 pm, but hey.
Quite possibly one of the better meals I’ve been served on a plane - chicken in a mushroom sauce with a side of wild rice and mixed vegetables. The merlot wasn’t half bad either, rather dry though. And there was this chocolate cake-brownie thing which I would totally pay money for in a restaurant.
I feel like this is a really boring blog post. Hopefully it will get interesting once we pass the 5 hour mark and I become steadily more delusional. Trust me, it happens.
7:15 PM (EST)
Still not insane yet. But the in flight map thing informs me we’re currently flying over Siberia, having passed through the Arctic…which is a little bit trippy.
5 hours in, 8 hours to go. Half way through Drive. Ryan Gosling is a stone cold fox.
9:33 PM (EST)
Cultural Experience #1: Midflight snack was a cup of noodles. This being the second time I’ve ever had anything ramen-related, the first time I’ve ever finished anything ramen-related, and also the first time I’ve ever successfully used chopsticks for something other than sushi. Reaffirms my goal to never ask for a fork on this entire trip. Though I think I’m destined to spend the entire trip spilling food all over myself…I’m still laughably bad at chopsticks.
10:42 PM (EST)
Cardinal rule of planes: never multitask. Takes up more time if you pause the movie to eat, as opposed to eating while watching.
7:35 PM (Beijing Time…making it 6:35 AM EST)
I’m here. I’m not dead.
Holy shit I’m in China.
You think being in England is cool? This is my friend Beth, who’s doing an exchange in CHINA.
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