Well, I guess then it’s a good thing I’m not flying to Mexico…or queer.
Esprix, PlanetOut is probably not a magazine Edward R Murrow would be looking up to find unbiased information. Half the things in the magazine are meant to enrage!
That being said, after reading through the short article twice, I really can’t find any good information to give me an accurate discription of what the hell happened from ANYONE’s perspective. I’m going to need more information before I bother getting upset over this.
I don’t think I’d fly on an airline called Mexicana, queer or not.
I just have these visions of an unshaven pilot dressed in serapes and a sombrero, wearing a bandolier of bullets screaming into the radio-- “CLEARANCES, we don’ need no steenkin’ CLEARANCES!!”
Una, LOT is a different Airline. I believe it often codeshares with Delta or United on international flights. You will be fine. LOT, CzechAir, and Maalev (Hungarian) are actually pretty nice little airlines. Maybe you can make out with your SO on the journey are report back about any discrimination?
AEROFLOT is the Russian national airline. Folding chairs bolted to the floor are not unheard of, although I’ve heard it has gotten a lot better.
Sorry for the hijack, Esprix, although I gotta agree with Enderw23. A friend of mine forwards me Planet Out stuff all the time, and I think a lot of it is borderline. Do you really need to look that hard to find things to get angry about?
Hell, Esprix, soon you’ll be in San Diego, where you can literally take the trolly to the Mexican border. And I’m pretty sure that you are allowed to kiss anyone you damn well please on it. Incidentally, why does anyone need to kiss on a friggin’ airplane? I see way too goddam many public displays of affection these days. I mean, the it’s now permissable for the VP to shove his tongue down his wife’s throat on National television. What is society coming to?
Against better judgment, but because of limited availability and short notice, I flew Martinair this summer, Amsterdam - Cancun, vice versa.
I don’t care if you’re queer or not. Nobody should be submitted to this sort of torture. They manage to cram 550 people in a regular 747-400. A comparison: I think a Singapore Airlines 747 (true, the other end of the spectrum) carries about 400 people. Tops.
Can you say legroom? Or rather, lack thereof?
Sweet Jesus. And that’s a Dutch airline, not even an oscure East Block carrier.
What added to the fun is that, upon arrival THREE FUCKING HOURS BEFORE OUR FLIGHT DEPARTED, there were no more seats next to each other on the plane. That’s right, all those tacky Cancun beach leatherskins were ALL there, and had ALL checked in. We had to drive up from Playa del Carmen, and made it -so we thought- well in time.
Nope. 10 hours of flight, seated behind my girlfriend, and next to an Italian couple, of which the guy (who sat next to me) was TERRIFIED of flying, kept twisting and turning all night (depriving me of my sleep). To top it off, he climbed on his girlfriends lap crying during landing.
Take a fucking BOAT, idiots, if that makes you feel more safe.
Ah the joys of internal air in India…the memmories. The plane being delayed 8 hours because the pilot was to drunk to fly. The co-pilot making coffee and taking it around the plane because the stewardess has gone out to start the engine and they accidentally forgot her. The corrugated aluminum panneling. Everyone applauding on landing. Landing at the wrong airport. Sigh the memories. Brings a tear to the eye.
btw…esprix…no plans to fly them, but keep us up to date on the story.
Plane trips from hell …
Flying from Hong Kong to Nanking on Dragon Air. The plane has commenced takeoff when there was a short announcement in Mandarin and people started to stand up and move forward.
Turns out the announcement was something like “There are spare seats in Business Class”. The plane is going through 300km/hr, the nose is coming up and there’s a near riot as a dozen passengers are screaming and fighting over the last of the upgraded seats.
I flew Dublin to Moscow in 1993. Dehydrated on the plane, and the stewardesses were too busy flirting with the businessmen at the top of the plane. Can you say 25 degree C heat inside the plane? Can you say condensation forming on the window? Can you say near hallucinations? can you say the engines were so loud you could barely hear the person next to you? Luckily someone I was travelling with had water with them.
I stepped off the plane into -18 degree heat, in a t-shirt.
I didn’t realise just how cold it actually was until I realised my nads were almost in my throat.