Years ago on a flight from Chicago to Moscow, I flew the Russian airline in an attempt for not only cost savings, but to have the ill-thought thorough “authenticity” of my Russian experience. Over the next 12 hours I settled in at the back of the plane to try to get some sleep to try to dwindle down the time sitting in cramped quarters with sweaty non-deodorant wearing Europeans.
Apparently, while all if not most other airlines are now smoke-free, this was a “Smoke em if you got em” flight and most passengers had bought the duty-free cartons at the airport. If the smoke, vodka drinking, drunken sex by strangers (in the seat directly in front of me), vomiting, loud talking and dirty diapers weren’t enough to make this a flight from hell, then the near crash landing with fire engines and ambulances was sure to make this a memorable flight. Apparently Aeroflot Airlines runs with bald tires so every successful landing is a miracle – which explains why everyone was drunk and clapped like we had just survived a near death experience.