They say: Flying is the safest way to travel.
On the other hand, food on an airplane can only be met with determination and defiance of death.
(I’ve never read such a long list of promising ingredients for a little snack. How do they put all this in this tiny, inconspicuous burrito? Anyway: „Enjoy!“ the package says.)
The second attack on my health took place through the seats and their arrangement on the plane. The machine was certainly 25 years old. The same goes for the business model: squeeze as many people as possible into a Boeing 747 so that the price-performance ratio can be experienced throughout the entire flight in the form of overweight neighbors next to me and on knees in my back from behind. Thank you British Airways – I survived.
