Our first flight of the long trip home went well. We arrived in London (I went and got a shower) and a short tome later we were on our way back to the states!
We taxied, and taxied, and taxied some more. We seemed to be doing a kot of moving, but not taking off. Then we sat. And sat a little longer before taking off an hour late.
The flight was a mess. The airline swapped to a smaller plane at the last minute, and several folks that requeated (and purchased) extra leg room didn't get it. The flight was jam packed.
My seat mate was a violent sleeper. I was jabbed, kicked once, ans snored on. Lovely. I wasn't the only one that had a rough leg. Another classmate had a young bot sitting next to him that started vomitting during the rough landing into Atlanta.