Tyumen to Moscow

Outside of Tyumen Airport

First leg of the trip is done. I made to Domodedovo international airport in Moscow. The flight was fine overall but since that one awful flight over the summer a slight uneasiness during flying has been reintroduced into my life that I haven't had since my very first flight as a child.

I always find myself in an epic, flight long, battle over the armrests. I was unlucky and got placed in the middle seat. Window and aisle get at least 1 armrest and then I have to fight for the ones on either side of me. Unless my neighbors are kids it's pretty much guaranteed that the passengers are wider than me so they naturally take up more room and figure theydeserve the armrest. Any chance I get to take back some of that neutral territory I have to plant in my elbows and hold my ground. After a certain point it becomes so uncomfortable and actually hurts my elbows but I'll never give up that space. It usually wants I've made one or two more enemies by the end of the trip.

In Russia they take their airplane meals very seriously. Great thing is every flight has a meal on it. I personally love airplane food so it's mostly good news for me. The problem comes when it's 6am and to you're trying to sleep. The flights attendants will always wake you up to see if you want food. The top favorite things in my life are sleep and food but sleep trumps food everytime so I don't really appreciate this. anyways, now that they've woken me up I figure i could use some breakfast. I take the meal tray and, at 6am, they serve me a rice and chicken dinner with a piece of bread. Definitely not breakfast food and not worth waking up for.

The concept of staying seated and belted in when taking off and landing is means nothing to them. While landing they like to prepare for deplaning. Many time I've seen little (not actual little but Russian little) old ladies standing up to walk to the bathroom and/or to put on their coats the second the wheels touch the ground.

During the 20 minute final descent I was going in and out of consciousness but had 4 individual dreams of the plane crashing each in its own unique scenario. Couldn't have been a good sign but despite all that, some fog and heavy snowfall we still landed and I'm one step closer to being back in Canada.

Exponential growth of the problem

Moscow: The problem