Finnair Flight


[23-08-2000]

So, farewell then Blighty/England/home. Not much sentimental value in leaving the country was to be had until I finally tasted the Finnair coffee, then suddenly waves of [home]sickness overcame me. This was really it.

Anyway, enough vomit worthy cheese. Down to some serious facts about international air travel via Finnland.

  1. If you aren't Finnish, don't expect to have any form of service from Finns.
  2. Finns aren't very friendly.
  3. I don't like Finns.
  4. Er...
  5. That's it.
Having said that, the flight had a very nice CD that played all sorts of Finnish music, interspersed with an american guy enthusing a little too hard as to why Finland really probably ought to be liked, even though Finns are (that's enough --ed)

Even the Finnish pilots are crap. For the record, at 0444 on Thursday morning, just past Nosorivski (or something like that, it was above Delhi) I was having a lovely stare at the stars out the window when suddenly the plane put it's headlights on, lighting up the cowling and wing that I was next to, and about a minute later, another plane flew past just close enough for me to see the pilot sweating. Turbulence aside, this was quite fun, in a sort of shitscary type of way.

The Flight was a joint thing with Finnair and Air China, which meant there were a world of locals (i.e. Chinese) on board. The choice of inflight movie was `Bicentennial Man', which was all about a house work robot, which looked like the tin man, that learns to be human by staying with a family for 200 years. The robot, (Robin Williams - twat) discovers that unlike other models of his type, he has the ability to be creative and almost human. This is obviously manifested by being able to design clocks, which get sold for lots of money cos they is designed and built be a machine, except that it is the family's father who sells them to his mates. Who get's the money? Should it be the dad, or like his sweet little family say, should it be the Robot because he has worked hard and should benefit personally from the Labour he has put in to making the clocks? What do the Chinese people on board think? Oh, they are playing cards. So much for da jong then.

Finally, getting off the plane, after having landed in 4 inch visibility (which was mildly amusing/very very scary) I couldn't help but noticing that it was humid. I thought I had pissed myself, where as in fact it was just the air and my dehydrated aircraft clothes. Very bizarre experience when one's clothes suddenly convert to sponges in about five minutes.

Ed