Sardines in a can. We now know what it’s like.
Our 15 hour flight from JFK to Shanghai was rough. The plane was enormous with 8 seats across for 75 aisles (and that was just economy). The seats were smaller than a domestic flight, there were no personal T.V.’s, and neither of our knees came away without bruises. The ladies in the two rows behind us were having a loud, Chinese-speaking reunion until about 3 hours in when 3 of them got into an angry argument we assume was over the placement of a bag in an overhead bin.
We were good until about hour 10 and then had to dig deep to not lose it for the rest of the flight. Our 4 hour flight from Shanghai to Ho Chi Minh was much more pleasant with refreshingly roomy seats.
Luckily, we were met at the airport for our 1 am pickup time by our principal and two other SNA staff members. We were put into taxi’s and taken to our apartment where we were pleasantly surprised by our spacious new home.
After crashing for a few hours we woke up to energetically unpack our 7 bags. During breakfast at a cafe across the street everything was lost in translation except for “jambon”. The french word for ham. (Thank you Mom and Dad for all those hours of French tutoring. They finally paid off.)