I don’t remember much of my first flight, I was like 8 and it was pre 9/11. Flew from Atlanta to Cozumel, which is a place I’d like to go back to since I’m old enough to enjoy it now.
Hundo.
I’m bird hunting. With dogs. And actively walking through thick fields.
Took the fam to Cancun 6-7 years ago, was the kids first flights. Flew threw a storm on approach to Cancun. People were white knuckled and super nervous/quiet.... except my kids. They had their hands up in the air squealing like they were on a roller coaster.
HAHAH! That's great.Took the fam to Cancun 6-7 years ago, was the kids first flights. Flew threw a storm on approach to Cancun. People were white knuckled and super nervous/quiet.... except my kids. They had their hands up in the air squealing like they were on a roller coaster.
A big jumbo jet full of Brits arrived at the same time at the gate next to us. We saw at least 3 passengers from that flight with vomit on their shirts. My kids made sure to point each one out.
That's a quality plate, 9/10, would rock
Lovely. Did she at least make it in the bag unlike those poor Brits?
My daughter will puke 5 minutes into driving up the canyon, but rode Space fucking Mountain at 4 years old, and was pissed I wouldn't let her go on the Velocicoaster in Florida and the Cannibal ride at Lagoon in Utah.
Came outta nowhere. we were totes blindsided. Poor kid had to smell her own barf for five hours.
She's gotten better but still gets queasy. She just knows never to eat before flying now.
She had some really bad sea sickness when we went sailing this summer.
Daughter will ride coasters and stuff too, she just ignores the queasiness because she's having fun.My daughter will puke 5 minutes into driving up the canyon, but rode Space fucking Mountain at 4 years old, and was pissed I wouldn't let her go on the Velocicoaster in Florida and the Cannibal ride at Lagoon in Utah.
Ugh. That sucks. I've gotta do the dramamine thing on small boats. Thought my heritage would make me immune... it does not.
Came outta nowhere. we were totes blindsided. Poor kid had to smell her own barf for five hours.
She's gotten better but still gets queasy. She just knows never to eat before flying now.
She had some really bad sea sickness when we went sailing this summer.
Came outta nowhere. we were totes blindsided. Poor kid had to smell her own barf for five hours.
She's gotten better but still gets queasy. She just knows never to eat before flying now.
She had some really bad sea sickness when we went sailing this summer.
I'm pretty much the opposite; I love to "fish," but don't like to be bothered with the catching part. The whole point for me is to relax and enjoy some quiet. And a beer.
