It’s a funny thing, flying to the other side of the world. The first time I got on a plane it was to come to Font- I still remember stepping off at CDG and letting the feeling sink in that there is actually another side to the globe, actually other places that we couldn’t just hop in the car and drive to.
This trip is my sixth to the Magic Forest. Six times I’ve sat through the often-hectic and always dull flight on a tiny tube full of winter-sick people and at least one screaming child.. Well, most of the time it’s not been that bad. This last one had all the negative bits though, so hopefully I’ll be paid up for the next few trips.