I was flying from Germany to Kenia with British Airways. The first annoyance was the arrangement of the seats: I had to sit straight up all the time because the seat rows were so tight that my knees bumped against the seat in front of mine, and I am a quite small woman. I don’t know how a basketball player could fit into that plane.
Then, after serving meals to maybe 70 people, the chicken plate was out and only vegetable ones remained. Hungry like a wolf, I opened the cover and saw a pile of half raw kidney beans covered with some crumbles of cheese. As I was not experienced enough to take sandwiches with me on flights, I ate it. Twenty minutes later I had to pay the price: it felt like a tornado was travelling down my intestine. As I could not avoid the smell which squirmed out of me, I tried at least to suppress the accompanying noises. Never have I had such bad flatulence. I tell you, it hurt! I had the impression my intestine wanted to unscrew out of my body completely.
The next 4 hours I was occupied fighting with the gas inside of my body. I wasn’t the only one – you could hear the sound of farts which people blurted out all over the plane. The air was so smelly that I think the plane would have exploded if somebody had lit a match. Since then I never travelled with British Airways again. And since then, I’ve always taken some crackers with me.
- Marion
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