At Art & Lounge, we make up for the breakfast missed at home by sampling the sandwiches and salads laid out. I elevate my blood pressure by downing a few lattes, and then lower it to a healthy level by sampling the kosher wine selection (donít try this at home)
. We leave the lounge in a more buoyant mood then we entered. We head back to Terminal C, sail through security with our GE/TSA-Precheck Ė no pat downs no nudo-scopes - and onto the plane.
Now, this is where our luxuries end. The United birdís interior is quite worn-down, reminds me some 3rd world flights from the past. Actually, Air Asia in Cambodia was much nicer. However, I donít want to be critical, this is what we paid for. We settle in to our seats. Mrs. Shwarmabob safely sits across the aisle, while I sit next to our brood Ė three of us in a row.
If flying in Y for 14 hours is something that was erased from your memories ages ago, let me remind you, it IS painful.
The two ladies manage to sleep a couple of hours. I remind Shwarmabob Jr. to watch appropriate movies only - so he watches American Sniper four times in a raw. If he maintains the same enthusiasm for Abaya veRava I am looking at a future gadol.
I do laps around the plane every hour. My biggest disappointment is that the flight tracking map is not working and I really wanted to see our flight path live.
The time passes and "Layehudim haysa ora v'simcha
" we land at Narita Airport early afternoon. We totter off from the plane. Mrs. Shwarmabob wants to know if our GE helps us here. How easy it is to get spoiled! Ė I would say if it wasnít for the previous 14 hours.
I am a bit nervous about smuggling in our dried kosher meat. I read that in Japan once you are arrested you are presumed guilty until proven innocent Ė they donít hold by the Justinian Codes. But nothing of the sort happens.
I am attaching the pics our budding photographer took before and after watching American Sniper.
Manhattan from the sky
Approaching Narita a day later