Where to begin? Last Friday morning, I caught a cab at 4:30 with Carmen and Lexi, my companions for the first leg of the journey. Drowsy but excited, we headed out to Dublin Airport to catch our flight to Barcelona.
Every Ryanair trip's a mixture of a gypsy caravan and a Tupperware party. There's complete anarchy as you board the plane, because there are no assigned seats, no first class or business class. Everyone scrambles for a seat, they strap you in, and we're off. No fuss. Until the official Ryanair jingle comes on! This is when things get exciting. You didn't think you paid 11 Euro to sleep on the flight, did you? Not a chance. The flight attendants, wan and smelling like Lysol, troll up and down the aisles for the entirety of the journey, hawking wares. Not the cool gadgetry you sometimes see in the catalogues on American Airlines planes. Ryanair sells discount makeup, phone cards, scratch-off tickets, generic corn-based snack products. It's like an infomercial without the charm, Chinatown in a culture vacuum. It is appalling and amazing, and you should try it at least once.
2 comments:
ahhh ryanair. The flight is bad, but the landing coming into Dublin was when I realized why the flight was so cheap. I think the pilot skipped too many flight lessons.
Anyway, I can't wait to see pictures and hear all aobut it!!!!!
Miss you!
-Molly
I'm there, Monica! Next time, you and me, Ryanair!! Even your airsickness-prone mother wants to experience this...phenomenon of shoestring aviation!
Mama
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