I did not get any exit row seats on my flights back out. The planes were chock-a-block full of travelers. At least no one tried reclining their seat into me.
One odd thing was that while I was most certainly wedged into coach class seating the guy next to me was enjoying first class amenities. He was laying back with his feet up, elbows out, and reading a novel. Ah to be five foot nothing again! He was a Vietnamese transplant. We had hours of terrific discuss wherein I pretended to understand his accent and even replied at appropriate times using context clues to guess roughly what he was talking about.
I did learn that in Vietnam the fish live on top of the trees, at least that is what I think he said.
Anyway I am back and the plan is to go kayaking in the pacific this afternoon. Should be fun. I will attempt to take my camera, but that could be inviting disaster.
Sam's Summary
- I am back in California
- The flight was good
- One pilot did, however, enjoy turning the plane on it's ear.
- I think he confused a flight to Minneapolis with the Le Mans
- "If you look out of the left side of the plane you can see Minneapolis and to your right is the Orion nebula"
- I am going Kyaking
