This time, it was turbulent. Like SO TURBULENT. It was like 10 hours of mega turbulence. I really thought I was going to die like seven times on that flight because of turbulence. I don't even know if turbulence can really even take a plane down but I am on a 747 and for that plane to really move, there has to be a lot of serious shit weather going on. I basically found a new love for God and I tried to think of the various ways of how I could avoid taking this flight back in order to get home.
Some of those alternate routes included:
- The bering strait, if it hadn't melted
- The Trans-Siberian Railway. I would have taken that into Russian and then made my way into Europe an taken only Lufthansa, British Airways or Virgin back to SFO.
- Unfortunately, boats were out of the question because of the shark factor but living in Thailand or Bali until the weather improved became a very realistic solution after about the sixth hour of turbulence.