I sort of forgot that I'd ever started this blog. I had all sorts of ambitions for being a photographer and writer while I worked as a sky waitress. I told myself I'd bring the job to a higher level through its documentation. I would gain wisdom in my travels and share it here, along with amazing photographs. What actually happened was I spent the majority of my two and a half years of flying thinking about sleeping. Or sleeping too much. Or trying to get used to wearing those eye masks to block out the afternoon sun, but hating the way it brushed my eyelashes and made me restless. And when I wasn't sleeping or trying to sleep, there was usually a hotel bar or a co-worker's bedroom with booze to be drank. That's not to say I didn't also have amazing experiences on my layovers exploring the nooks and crannies of places I'd never been before, but the vast majority of my time was spent sleeping. And drinking. For example, I waited two years before finally scoring a layover in Bishkek. The first night we got in late, and it was raining. Vodka is insanely cheap there. Long day + rain + cheap vodka = I didn't leave my room the next day because my stomach was too busy letting me know it did not like to ingest grain alcohol, not one bit. Also it was raining.
When I wasn't stuck in strip mall hell or tossing and turning to try to get some sleep before working a ten hour flight, I had AMAZING EXPERIENCES. Maybe I should retroactively go over some of those times. Like the 15 hour unexpected layover is Pattaya, Thailand. We didn't have to work a live flight out of Thailand so could utilize the entire 15 hours as we pleased. In those 15 hours, my flight attendant crew and I pet baby tigers at a zoo, ate amazing food, got a two hour massage, and went to about four strip clubs. The things the girls did with ping pongs and razor blades and darts will forever haunt me. At the end of the evening we realized it had gone from being dry to monsoon conditions, and we trekked back to the hotel from Walking Street with water up to our knees. I had to buy flip flops since I'd been wearing platform shoes that simply did not function anymore. The flip flops from the Seven-11 flew off my feet several times while working against the torrential current.
After that I slept for two days straight.
When I wasn't stuck in strip mall hell or tossing and turning to try to get some sleep before working a ten hour flight, I had AMAZING EXPERIENCES. Maybe I should retroactively go over some of those times. Like the 15 hour unexpected layover is Pattaya, Thailand. We didn't have to work a live flight out of Thailand so could utilize the entire 15 hours as we pleased. In those 15 hours, my flight attendant crew and I pet baby tigers at a zoo, ate amazing food, got a two hour massage, and went to about four strip clubs. The things the girls did with ping pongs and razor blades and darts will forever haunt me. At the end of the evening we realized it had gone from being dry to monsoon conditions, and we trekked back to the hotel from Walking Street with water up to our knees. I had to buy flip flops since I'd been wearing platform shoes that simply did not function anymore. The flip flops from the Seven-11 flew off my feet several times while working against the torrential current.
After that I slept for two days straight.
