Today, I flew 2 planes to get from CDG (Paris) to SEA (Seattle)
The first hop (this one) was a 40-minute flight from Paris to Amsterdam, where I was able to fly on the Delta A330-900NEO, but that’s another trip report :)
This trip starts in downtown Paris at 4AM. I put on my mask, and hop into a cab that will take me to the airport. The highway is empty, and I was slightly on the late side, so I asked the driver to get me there ASAP.
I did not, however, anticipate his next move. He SLAMMED the gas and flashed down the highway (still legal speeds though :)
At one point, I heard the GPS announce V1… V2
I panicked and told the driver to slow down, as the front wheels came back down
just kidding :)
I arrived at the terminal, which was EMPTY.
After sticking 987654345678 bag tags to my luggage I started being screamed at by a tired french woman because my luggage was “too big to be on the plane so I would have to split the weight between 2 bags”… french Karen intensifies
After TSA, I walked through the airport to find my plane. It was a cute little AF A319.
Photo Credit @Kamryn
After chilling in the gate area and eating a bunch of croissants from PAUL, It was time to board.
I walked down the jetway and as usual, slapped the cold fuselage with my hand.
As I entered the plane, I immediately noticed something. The plane was showing it’s age… or it’s lack of care. It smelled like cheez-itz and my seat’s traytable/cupholder was broken. My seat looked like wood and felt like wood but it was fine, as it was a very short flight.
My seat for this short hop.
May I be brutally honest?
The legroom was garbage and I’m only 185cm (or for you Americans, 2 pepperoni pineapple pizzas and a bigmac stacked on top of each other.)
We taxiied for a little while, then had a very uneventful takeoff. As we poked through the 8765435678 layers of clouds above Paris, the sunrise became visible and I took some pictures.
As we reached our cruising altitude, staff came and gave me sugared water with egg yolk that they called “luxurious french orange juice” but it was welcome, as I needed sugar to operate at that time.
As soon as I finished my watery orange, the pilot started the initial and final descent into AMS. I was able to see the port, and the airport, and a very large windmill.
BTW here is some advertising for the IFC :)
The plane buttered at AMS, but unfortunately my phone had no more storage so I was unable to film (and my camera isnt good at filming).
If anyone here wants to give me a phone with more than only 16GB of space, I would love that!
We taxiied for a looong while at AMS, and I saw an A380 and 747 (TAPS)
We finally parked and I deboarded, leaving the filthy babybus and snapping a quick blurry picture of the cockpit on the way!
Once we deboarded, I headed towards gate E20, where the factory-fresh A330-NEO patiently waited for me, but that’s for another trip report!
Wear a mask!!!