It’s Time to Save Money for a Private Plane

This is my first post of my 5 day Paris Series! The first four posts will be those of the trip I just took, starting with the plane ride from IAD to CDG, ending with the plane ride from CDG to DEL. The fifth and final post will be on my return trip because the layover in Paris is for 6 hours. I might be tempted to just take the metro and go to Champ Élysées.

First of all. I have mixed feelings about planes. My boyfriend absolutely loves them, but me, not so much. I probably wouldn’t mind if I rode Business class, but Economy and I don’t really get along. Flights during the day time and less than 6 hours I can handle. But red eye flights are the worst, especially those where the time difference does not work in your favor. Which is exactly what happened for this flight. Our flight was originally at 6:40pm from IAD but got delayed to 7:30pm. The plane was a little over 6 hours but  due to the time difference, I reached Paris at 9 am. Typical hotel procedure is checkout at noon and check in at 3, which means 6 hours of loitering around.

Basically I hate sleeping on planes, but I had to because we had plans to go on an Eiffel Tower Behind the Scenes tour the day we arrive.

The plane that we rode was a double decker plane, Im not totally sure if that what they’re called.

The seats were incredibly uncomfy, there was very little leg room, and the food cart also ran into my knee. There were also a lot of young children and babies on board, whom I normally absolutely love, but crying babies and motion sickness combined was not a great experience.

The movie selection was great though! There were tons of movies that I started to watch, none of which I finished because every 30 minutes I would attempt, and fail, to sleep.

For dinner I got to eat Poulet sauce au beurre nantais et citron, pommes de terre en robe des champs, petit legumes. Which is just a fancy way of saying lemon chicken with a side of potatoes and veggies.

6+ hours later, reaching the Paris airport was a great relief. Sleep deprived, in pain, and confused because I know none of the French Language, I went through Customs and Baggage Claim with great excitement to finally take over the Parisian streets.

Until next time,


Sandhya 🙂

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Beatrice says:

    If it makes you feel better, on a boat coming home from Paris my grandfather contracted appendicitis and had to wait until they were in New York to reach a surgeon. However being forced to watch Paul Blart Mall Cop next to a whiny child might actually be worse. BUT THEN YOU GOT TO GO TO PARIS WHICH IS LIKE, THE ANTITHESIS OF A SUCKY PLANE RIDE.

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    1. Oh my god. See. Planes aren’t good for anyone!


  2. Selina says:

    Your français has improved! I hope your flight to India was better!

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    1. Merci Selina!! 🙂


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