Traveling to Foreign Lands, Part Two

Leaving India was not as easy as getting to India. We were unfortunate enough to have our return flight on April 15, 2010. You may be wondering why that particular day was not good for flying. That was the day that a volcano in Iceland erupted. Don't you remember Elyjojokufalalalala? OK, it's real name is Eyjafjallajökull. But I'm pretty sure that my way is easier to pronounce.

Anyway, when the volcano erupted it sent a huge plume of ash into the stratosphere which is where planes like to fly -

And so all the airports in Europe were closed. For a week.

I don't like volcanos.

On April 22 we were finally able to leave. Everything went pretty smoothly except that mom and I would not be sitting together. I thought that would be OK since we had been together like Siamese twins for 4 weeks.

After a few minor delays we were allowed to board our plane. Everything was great until my seat companion arrived. A large, burly Russian man with bristly gray hair and bushy eyebrow hairs that were at least two inches long. (I am not making this up.) He scared me.

When you leave India, you always do it at deepest part of night. Naturally, I wanted to sleep. So  I took a sleeping pill. Airplane seats are as comfortable as bus seats. Especially in coach.

As the sleeping pill started to do its thing, I started to feel the urge to flail. But this time I was afraid of my seat companion. I decided to find somewhere out of they way so I could stand until the urge to wave my arms and kick went away.

There really aren't a lot of places on a plane where you can be out of the way but I found one. Behind the bathroom there was a passageway to get from one side of the plane to the other. That is where I found refuge. So quiet, so peaceful, so dark. It did not take long for me to relax and become drowsy. I was so drowsy that I fell asleep. And started sleepwalking.

Of course I didn't realize that I was sleepwalking. Until I woke up in the middle of the next cabin patting people on the head as I made my way down the aisle.

Yeah, I don't much care for flying. But if I ever get to fly overseas again then I'm doing it the way Super Junior does. All nice and comfy -