Nosig
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En hoe is dat saaier dan bij een atlantische vlucht 12 uur niets doen in een fixed wing?
Fixed wing atlantische vlucht, San Francisco tour*:
Alarm clock at 10.00 am. Want to get up, but can't because of all the partying the last four free days. Eventually snooze five times and somehow wake up at 14.00. Start download on some movies and porn, get a nespresso latte from the new machine. Start skyping with a helicopter friend who's home sick with a cold fever for the 5th time this year, poor guy. Downloaded movies are ready, start moving onto iPad. Go into city to buy new swimming trunks as cabin girls said that white is the new color. Ring the KLM crewtransport to reserve a Merc to bring me to AMS. Start hyving some stewardess girlfriends to see if they can join the party after my SF trip. Start whatsapping with other pilot friends to get a date to play golf after trip. Start packing suit case, don't forget new swimming trunks. Decide to leave surfboard behind as weather forecast for pacific is too cold. KLM Merc is here. Get to airport, let second officer do briefing, get cup of cappuccino. Go to gate, let second officer do set up. Fly, sleep for 3 hours, watch a bit of porn, see grand canyon below and even spot a lonely helicopter, land, go to hotel, meet up with cabin girls in lobby and check out a nice bar downtown. Flirt, beer, flirt, dance a bit, beer, beer, flirt, beer, beer, dance a bit, flirt, fuck in her apartment, wake up with hangover and view on the pacific. Nice Dauphin flying low over the beach. Meet up with guys at the pier, go to apple store, get the ordered iPads, check out new macbook air, get back to hotel to drop iPads and macbook air and change clothes, grab some new condoms. Get into rented van with guys and some of the cabin girls, head to Tahoe and hit the slopes. Get into lift, ski down, beer, get into lift, ski down, beer, repeat five times on different slopes, end in Tahoe hotelbar, get a room with the new stewardess, wake up happy with sunrise reflecting in Lake Tahoe. End up back in San Francisco, hang around the pier, have dinner on a nice terrace outside, join the girls in the hotel sauna, then the jacuzzi, fall asleep but girls help me out back to room. Sleep late, miss breakfast, get brunch at that nice Italian place across the street, back to hotel, dress up, go to airport, fly, sleep for 3 hours, land, go to bed, sleep late, golf with other jetlagged buddies, repeat all some day.
Totally boring...
*Entirely fictional routine of course