Relax. We'll be too High Up for Turbulance..Yeah Right!

Those were my now infamous words to Jay and Kevin before we left out of San Francisco. I mean, after all, I'd flown to England back and forth twice in my life and I don't remember the ride being anything but smooth sailing.

HA. Out of 17 hours, 9 of them were like being on a washboard road with huge dips, driving in an old beat up truck with the stiffest shocks one can own. It was without a doubt the worst flight for turbulence I have ever experienced. Not that the turbulence was extra bumpy, but the non-stop jerking around for hours at a time was quite irritating.

Poor Jay, who hates to fly anyway and was having a near heart attack about even the thought of flying, was in the 'crash, head down-'we're going to die' position for the first 3 hours, cursing and mocking me, 'we'll be too high for turbulence'...whingen and sooking, as the Aussies would say. Kevin was snoring next to me, in a position that I couldn't figure out how he could contort his body into, taking the flight in stride. After trying to console Jay with frequent pats to the leg, reassuring 'no, we're not going down, baby' comments that were obviously no help to him, I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

Finally, his terror having been morphed into irritation like the rest of us, Jay sat up, arms crossed the remainder of the flight. I give him great credit that he managed this whole ordeal without a single cigarette or drop of alcohol. One thing good came from the flight, Jay is no longer afraid to fly.

So, for those of you contemplating a trip over here, you have been warned that it maybe 'a death flight', as Jay has termed it.