The morning began at around 3:30am when it was clear that there won't be anymore sleeping that night. I got up, checked the availability of the taxis and there were several within few minutes. When we were ready to leave to the airport at 4:50am, because my flight was departing in 1h35m and started to call the taxi, it turned out that everyone in Tallinn had the same plan and none of the three providers didn't have any car to provide. Scott finally managed to book Uber, which was supposed to arrive already in - tadaaa! - 24 minutes. Tulika told me they can deliver in 12 minutes. Since it was not possible to cancel Uber and apparently the driver did step on the gas, we ended up with two cars on the street waiting us to get in.
The flight to Copenhagen as well as the almost 5 hour layover there was fairly eventless. Not how I would describe the rest of the trip though. We took off and and the crew started to serve drinks before lunch. As usual I asked for coke and tomato juice. My favourite combo on the plane, because coke sometimes helps prevent headache and tomato juice can be seen as food in case the actual food ends up nothing remotely tasty. So, they put a coke and the glass of tomato juice on the tray table and told me that only one drink is complimentary, the second one is for purchase. Since I didn't know that, I also didn't want to buy the other one. The stewardess took the glass of already poured out tomato juice back.
So I reached for my water bottle from the pocket of the seat in front of me and ended up with the whole back panel of that seat in my hand. Turned out that they need a mechanic to fix it and they offered me a seat 6 rows up, where the front seat was intact. I moved there with my stuff and honestly, I've rarely seen someone so disappointed as the dude whose seat next to I took. Obviously half an hour after take off he didn't think that someone might come and sit there, so he had made himself pretty comfortable over both seats. Once he realized that he actually does have to gather his stuff and empty the other seat for me, he first tried to give me his window seat, but I aint no stupid.
Lunch finished, a can of coke and cup of coffee as well and cleaning the dishes halfway done the plane flew straight into a turbulence. The crew was sent to their seats and have some rest, the cleaning was left unfinished. 20 minutes later and the coke and coffee I had been drinking started to make their way to the light at the end of the tunnel, but the plane was stilling going through turbulence and made some freefalls. Size of the bladder didn't make it easy for several passengers, who started to sneak to the toilet and weren't too concerned about the crew's order to return to the seat and fasten the seatbelt. After those 20 minutes the captain spoke. Either English language or general communication skills didn't seem to be his stronger sides, I only understood that he once mentioned a mechanic and that for the next hour we should consider heavy turbulence and the passengers should, please, sit back and relax, because he's not going to turn off the seatbelt signs anytime soon. Once 45 minutes had passed of the mentioned hour and the plane had been more or less stable for at least few minutes, I also made a long waited beeline to the toilet.
In Dulles I had 2 hour stopover, so I didn't even hope to be able to catch my next flight. As for the immigrants it was strongly forbidden to switch on the phone before customs, during the more than an hour in the passport control line I couldn't look for alternatives. I actually got out of the plane fairly fast, after that a bus took us to the next terminal and that took 20 minutes. The immigration line, as said 1h05m and already I was standing in front of the officer. I answered him, why I'm coming to US, why my husband's not with me, why I don't live in US and how long we know each other. After that I was sure that his hand gesture can only mean that I should kindly wait until they take me to the secondary screening to specify all the details, but he only wanted to take my photo and I could sprint towards the customs. After that the security check and once I made it to that line, the boarding for my Detroit flight had begun. Laptop out, liquids out, fleece off (hadn't even bothered to put on the jacket meanwhile), shoes off. Through the screening, turned out that I should have had taken Kindle out as well, so purse through screening again. Stuff back in the bag, shoes on, didn't bother tying the laces and, having 15 minutes to departure, my gate more than 900 meters away, took off running. Halfway there I heard the message that "Last call to the flight to Detroit, the gate is closing". Not even Usain Bolt would have been able to make a better performance, moreover, how often have you seen him running while carrying a backpack, having a purse over his shoulder, a jacket under arm and shoelaces untied? I made it to the gate, managed to reply "Detroit" to the question, where I'm flying to and wasn't able to react any way to the statement "Oh, you made it". Went through the gate, showed the airport guy at the terminal door my boarding pass and mentioned Detroit and he pointed me to the plane. I walked over to the plane, boarded and was slightly surprised to see that it was a 2+1 seats plane when the lady behind me asked, where I'm flying, to Charlottesville? I answered that didn't plan to and I'd rather go to Detroit. Turned out that the aircraft, shown by the ground handling, does not fly to Detroit and my plane was on totally different direction. Once I've found the right one and arrived by the ramp, it had started to close the door. Having lost few pounds due to the heavy exercise in the terminal I squeezed myself in and was one and half an hour later in Detroit. And one more hour later home.
The flight to Copenhagen as well as the almost 5 hour layover there was fairly eventless. Not how I would describe the rest of the trip though. We took off and and the crew started to serve drinks before lunch. As usual I asked for coke and tomato juice. My favourite combo on the plane, because coke sometimes helps prevent headache and tomato juice can be seen as food in case the actual food ends up nothing remotely tasty. So, they put a coke and the glass of tomato juice on the tray table and told me that only one drink is complimentary, the second one is for purchase. Since I didn't know that, I also didn't want to buy the other one. The stewardess took the glass of already poured out tomato juice back.
So I reached for my water bottle from the pocket of the seat in front of me and ended up with the whole back panel of that seat in my hand. Turned out that they need a mechanic to fix it and they offered me a seat 6 rows up, where the front seat was intact. I moved there with my stuff and honestly, I've rarely seen someone so disappointed as the dude whose seat next to I took. Obviously half an hour after take off he didn't think that someone might come and sit there, so he had made himself pretty comfortable over both seats. Once he realized that he actually does have to gather his stuff and empty the other seat for me, he first tried to give me his window seat, but I aint no stupid.
Lunch finished, a can of coke and cup of coffee as well and cleaning the dishes halfway done the plane flew straight into a turbulence. The crew was sent to their seats and have some rest, the cleaning was left unfinished. 20 minutes later and the coke and coffee I had been drinking started to make their way to the light at the end of the tunnel, but the plane was stilling going through turbulence and made some freefalls. Size of the bladder didn't make it easy for several passengers, who started to sneak to the toilet and weren't too concerned about the crew's order to return to the seat and fasten the seatbelt. After those 20 minutes the captain spoke. Either English language or general communication skills didn't seem to be his stronger sides, I only understood that he once mentioned a mechanic and that for the next hour we should consider heavy turbulence and the passengers should, please, sit back and relax, because he's not going to turn off the seatbelt signs anytime soon. Once 45 minutes had passed of the mentioned hour and the plane had been more or less stable for at least few minutes, I also made a long waited beeline to the toilet.
In Dulles I had 2 hour stopover, so I didn't even hope to be able to catch my next flight. As for the immigrants it was strongly forbidden to switch on the phone before customs, during the more than an hour in the passport control line I couldn't look for alternatives. I actually got out of the plane fairly fast, after that a bus took us to the next terminal and that took 20 minutes. The immigration line, as said 1h05m and already I was standing in front of the officer. I answered him, why I'm coming to US, why my husband's not with me, why I don't live in US and how long we know each other. After that I was sure that his hand gesture can only mean that I should kindly wait until they take me to the secondary screening to specify all the details, but he only wanted to take my photo and I could sprint towards the customs. After that the security check and once I made it to that line, the boarding for my Detroit flight had begun. Laptop out, liquids out, fleece off (hadn't even bothered to put on the jacket meanwhile), shoes off. Through the screening, turned out that I should have had taken Kindle out as well, so purse through screening again. Stuff back in the bag, shoes on, didn't bother tying the laces and, having 15 minutes to departure, my gate more than 900 meters away, took off running. Halfway there I heard the message that "Last call to the flight to Detroit, the gate is closing". Not even Usain Bolt would have been able to make a better performance, moreover, how often have you seen him running while carrying a backpack, having a purse over his shoulder, a jacket under arm and shoelaces untied? I made it to the gate, managed to reply "Detroit" to the question, where I'm flying to and wasn't able to react any way to the statement "Oh, you made it". Went through the gate, showed the airport guy at the terminal door my boarding pass and mentioned Detroit and he pointed me to the plane. I walked over to the plane, boarded and was slightly surprised to see that it was a 2+1 seats plane when the lady behind me asked, where I'm flying, to Charlottesville? I answered that didn't plan to and I'd rather go to Detroit. Turned out that the aircraft, shown by the ground handling, does not fly to Detroit and my plane was on totally different direction. Once I've found the right one and arrived by the ramp, it had started to close the door. Having lost few pounds due to the heavy exercise in the terminal I squeezed myself in and was one and half an hour later in Detroit. And one more hour later home.
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