The beginning of a new phase.

All started one week or so before my second leave. I  had some pre-menstrual symptoms two days before my Washington DC flight: Sore breasts and abdominal pain. I took some Advil Liquid Gels and rested the entire day before my long haul flight. I remember this flight as for it was an awful one. The Economy  SFS/Senior Cabin Crew (which now so-called “Cabin Supervisors”) was arrogant, no personality and no communication towards the crew, above that, it constantly felt like a harassment  from him in our duty time or any time in the flight, following us and giving us tasks when the flight was so light, which was a major factor on a ridiculous 15 hour flight. I made a friend with an American crew, we made ‘american jokes’ jokes that Eastern peeps wouldn’t understand… or even South Americans (sorry, no offense!). She used to replied “Oh, is a USA thang… nevermind you!” to crew that tried to peek-in in our conversations and jokes… at the end they never understood. She made this flight full of laughs, despite of our SFS though.

The flight suddenly became tiresome for me. The first service I couldn’t bare to give out the hot meals, I was so slow and felt double weight  when pushing the carts. The second service I just couldn’t do it. I was double ending with the American girl (which is pushing same cart and serving food with another crew), and I couldn’t stand the smell of the hot meals, it was disgusting. At some point I had to stop doing the service, I had a low-sugar scene. I started to sweat like hell, I had no energy to walk nor stand and dizziness. I sat at the L5 jumpseat (last door of the aircfrat, left side)  took off my jacket and wanted to puke. The girl grabbed some water for me and almost the oxygen bottle, I was so embarrassed. The SFS pulled me out of service and monitored me the next 2 hours. Everyone encouraged me to eat, I couldn’t, the meal was disgusting for me, the smell, everything. Suddenly I was falling asleep in the aft galley, my eyes were red, and wanting a bed so bad until I heard “Kirsy, is your break time, get some rest”. I ran quickly upstairs to the CRC and Continue reading

The City of a Hundred Spires

Prague, Czech Republic

Prague; one of the most beautiful cities of the world and I had the pleasure of finally visiting it, twice! Before I commence sharing my journey, I would like to dedicate this post to Renata from Czech Republic, Thank you so much for having the initiative of inviting me to walk around your city, it was more than a pleasure.  Your wings will be spread soon, I’ll see you in the sky!

The flight was extremely exhausting. Prague peeps like to drink and a lot, thus the entire flight was very busy. We arrived at almost 1pm of the afternoon really tired. I arrived at the hotel with my eyes rolling back. Yet, I managed to text back to this wonderful girl who follows me on my blog. She wrote me, inviting me to walk around the city and to meet me. I don’t tend to do this, in both ways it could be dangerous. I mean, I could be ‘someone else’ or she could have been some ‘guy with bad intentions’ however, she gave me a trust feeling and also we were going to meet at the same hotel I was staying, so It was pretty safe. I told my mom and boyfriend and went down straight to the lobby. She was already waiting for me, she was very lovely and beautiful. We start with a laugh realizing I forgot to bring boots, it was winter already and I had sandals! Jesus Christ! We took the subway and arrived to the city where all the shops where at. It took me more than 2 hours to find a pair of boots, not to expensive and that I really liked it. Thank You Renata for being so patient.

While we’re walking, we talked about my experiences in Emirates, good and bad, she asked me about how’s living in Dubai, my new roommate, and more about the dislikes (pros and cons). She told me she wanted to join Emirates after finishing her MA, which I think is a Continue reading