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So thought this would just be a travel day but it worked out alright. Didn't leave Cartagena til 4:30 pm so got some shopping done and a tour of this awesome church / museum thing of San Pedro Claver who was a monk here in the 1600s who helped the slaves heaps. His skelly is even right there on display at the alter in a glass coffin.
But then the hellish bit - six hour overnight flight to Rio. Got on plane and woman was siting in my seat and tried to get me to sit on her row behind so she could sit next to her kid. Couldn't see the logic in that arrangement over splitting Jen and me up so declined. She rolled her eyes then made all sorts of other fuss with her husband and steward over it. The kid was like ten. Soon thereafter realised with horror that because we were row in front of exit doors that our seats wouldn't recline. So an overnighter sat bolt upright. I don't need to explain to you that that makes sleeping nigh on impossible as every time you nod off your head flops forward and the jolt as your neck hyperextended wakes you up. And the kid next to me kept nodding off on my shoulder and snores in my ear. What sort of precocious little c*** of a ten year old has a snoring problem?
And of course the alternative seat that had originally been proffered by the woman was in the exit row so I would've both able to recline and had a tonne of leg room. And I would've then also been clear of the snoring sandwich that was the fat kid and Jen (in hindsight I'm still confused that I identified proximity to the latter as the motivation for turning down the woman's offer in the first place... Very unlike me. I've now learned that the principle of correcting someone's arrogant presumptive-ness in stealing my spot on an airplane trumps six hours listening to Jen tells about her feelings in between bouts of nasally audible sleep). Live and learn.
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