Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Alon vs. Turbulance


For those of you who don't know, I have been selected from a group of more than 1 (2) to fly to London, England, in order to complete a film that lost its way a few years ago. I may not be making any money, I may have to give up Sabich for the next week, but I'm in London, Biznatch! (I'm supposed to be excited, no?)



I've been flying my whole life. I'm pretty sure that I've averaged at least 1 flight per year. But in my case, no matter how much I practice getting on and off planes, I'll always have a gut feeling that the plane is going to take a really long time to nose dive into the ground and blow up in to a Hollywood explosion in the middle of some sea somewhere. I've wondered how long I would have to scream before I died in some horrific manner? What would kill me first? The shock? the impact of the plane? Maybe (if we're lucky, the engine will explode before we hit the ground and this torment will end before schedule. I doubt it though, the airlines never do anything ahead of schedule. We'll probably have to ride it through)

On this flight I was alright. Its not a big deal. I got myself a window seat and kept busy most of the flight. But then... All of a sudden... a shake? My world begins to collapse. I hear loud beeping in my head, my neck gets tense. With one hand I grab on to the seat before me and with the other I put my earphones down to around my neck. My eyes POP open to see if anyone else
in screaming? The girl in the next aisle turns her body to her other side and lifts her feet up to the chair. She was sleeping. That turbulence didn't even wake her. AGAIN! The captain now instructs everyone to take their seats. People slowly move towards their seats, falling over people with each Turbulence bump. I'm losing feeling in my fingers now and that lady in the front thinks that because she's next to the bathroom she shouldn't have to go back to her seat! To my surprise, neither does the flight attendant.

We land in London safely. After a bus, a train, a Subway, and a Taxi, I found my way to Irris's house (Director). She made me Tea and I got comfy in the fold out bed she had prepared for me.

SEVEN days in London! They'll be full of Work, but I'll be learning, exploring and discovering the whole time. And then I get back on my return flight (oooooof lala)...

4 comments:

  1. yay for keeping a blog! continue to regale us with your adventures!

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  2. Entertaining as always...keep the posts coming :)

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  3. Wow Alon, youre such a great story teller. I can hear your voice when I read this as if you were telling it to me during one of our rare but unforgettable hang outs sehs's. I miss you, keep these coming! I couldnt put it down after I started.. and frankly, I want more. So even when you return to Israel, keep it up!

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