Well, doesn’t look like the remote upload thing is gonna work out so well. My rental camera phone is a marvel of technology, including but not limited to its ability to pick up VHF television, but for some reason the 1.3 megapixel camera has a max resolution of 120×180. Which, at last check, does not actually multiply out to be 1.3 million pixels. So much for that, then.
In the meantime, here is a ghetto blog instead: drawn by hand on the plane, then photographed badly during turbulence. YEAH.
That’s the exact same slop I was served during my last United flight to Japan.
Which was, erm, eight years ago. Hooray for consistency!
A-are you allowed to refuse the meals? That looks decidedly awful.
When you’re up in the air 14 hours to the East, you don’t really have much of a choice in terms of food.
I know this post is supposed to be all negative, but all it does is remind me of how much I like airplane food. The food is rarely great, but they bring you a bunch of cute little dishes in cute little packages, and you eat them on a cute little tray. It’s like being in a tiny, substandard restaurant. And the best part is that you don’t have to pay squat for it (except the several hundred dollars for airfare).
I had the exact same meal when I flew United to Singapore. And on the way back, during which we stopped in Hong Kong, apparently so 30 American couples could pick up their new Chinese babies.
Not that I’m against adoption, on general principle. But at the moment when 30 babies’ ears started popping, I was against it immensely.
Singapore was beautiful, though.
“And the best part is that you don’t have to pay squat for it (except the several hundred dollars for airfare).”
Clearly you haven’t flown domestically in the United States; most all carriers now charge for meals. They’re always vague on the reason why – something about some guys flying some airplanes into a building.
order indian vegetarian meals–they’re universally awesome on united.
“Clearly you haven’t flown domestically in the United States; most all carriers now charge for meals. They’re always vague on the reason why – something about some guys flying some airplanes into a building.”
It’s official: the terrorists have won. Actually, you don’t get free meals in domestic flights in Sweden either. Instead, they charge exorbitant prices for coffee and sandwiches. Air France gave me a free meal on a flight from Paris to Stockholm, though. And a small bottle of red wine. Yeah, the French are weird.
Thanks for the head’s-up. I’m pretty sure that my flight will involve, not one, but two sweaty otakus, dripping on my food their anticipation for love pillows and Love Hina stickers.
That food looks tremendous!
That’s actually some pretty impressive drawing.
I don’t know what I flew to Atlanta, but evidently it was also United because I ate that on my way there and back.
I don’t believe your drawing; ご免 is far too impolite/informal for a stewardess to be using.
Once again, Jeremy, you’re absolutely correct; the international terminal is a ghost town save for the travelers who will share the jet with me. For the first time in at least a year, my traveling experience (so far) is pleasant. Even the people at the front counter had smiles and were delightfully helpful.
If there is any place in Tokyo that you suggest I MUST NEEDS see, please, give me a tip.
Enjoy your trip.
The idea was that she was so flustered by the horror in her hands that she could barely stammer out a casual apology, let alone a properly deferential one.
I remember from my trip to Japan they served us some lame-ass cup ramen, and hearing the stewardesses complain about how when they go to Asia they always serve cup ramen except nobody finishes it or drinks the broth, which made the trash duties a lot heavier and messier than they needed to be.
I still have airline silverware from when I went to China 20 years ago — back then, they had mini metal forks and spoons I guess. Stealing the sporks nowadays isn’t much fun. :(
How doI know if I should eat it or not if you don’t give it a grade?
Eleven+ hours later; I’m finally enjoying free internet in my “spacious” shoe-box room that has more comforts than any of the barracks the military threw at me over the last six years. I’m excited to be here and can’t wait to see how my trip compares to yours…. I’ll give you a hint: I’m completely clueless!
I stole passage onto several trains already, due, in part, to my inability to use any of these bloody ATMs stationed in and around Oshiage. Oh well; the little gates that *ahem* “bar” access just do a little shouting (though, in Japan, even that is polite) and let me go on my merry way.
Last time I flew United the meal was a ten dollar poorboy. Which, at that point, should be called something fucking else.