That may be true, but the thought of spending the next 18 hours cooped up in an metal can doesn't seem that wonderful. Not yet anyway. There are too many hours ahead.
There are some that relish the thought of this mode of transport. The free food, free drinks, in-flight entertainment and the articles about crochet in the in-flight magazine. Me? Well it's just a bit boring isn't it? Give me a train anyday of the week. Admittedly it would be quite hard to get to New Zealand by train. It's a long way and the route would be a little on the damp side.
I blame scientists. Where the hell is teleportation? Shouldn't that have arrived by now? Mind you they must be behind programme as we haven't had the other high tech promises; jet packs, flying cars or edible pot noodles. It'll arrive someday. But if it did would you trust it? Can you imagine Ryanair being left in charge of your atoms? Blimey, they struggle to get a single bag to the correct destination so goodness knows what they'd destruction the cause with their hands on millions of your atoms. You'd probably arrive at your chosen destination whilst your left leg was whizzed off to the opposite side of the world. Imagine the inconvenience? Me neither.
And that's before you factor in the extras. Can you imagine the hassle of having to pay extra to have BOTH arms beamed to your destination. It'd make saving money an interesting prospect. Which appendage could you happily enjoy a holiday without?
Ok I'm rambling. I know. But I've got a lot of time to kill. That's what you do in airports isn't it. Kill time. Right, one more wander around duty-free before we board. There's at least one eau-de-toilette I haven't tried. Although I think one more might take me chemical critical mass.
Flying. One of the wonders of the modern age? Maybe, but there's someway to go yet!
You look kind of fed up in the picture or was the coffee that bad!! You should be on Terra-firma by now. Lynds x
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