Worst. Flight. Ever.

When I was in high school, at the beginning of every summer we would take a 6am Northwest Airlines flight out of Don Muang Airport to SeaTac via Narita. It involved waking up at 3am, hauling four to six suitcases into a Toyota Hiace van, and spending the next 1-2 hours shuffling bleary-eyed through the airport formalities. I used to think that was as hard as airplane travel got. Then, I moved to Africa. Continue reading Worst. Flight. Ever.