For the first time in my life, I reconsidered whether having one or two crying babies on board is the worst thing to happen to anyone travelling by plane. What could possibly be worse than that, right? Today, I found something that could overtake Crying Babies on the list:
A group of rowdy English teenagers who think they’re at the pub for pre-drinks on a Friday night, talking as though they’re fucking 100 meters from each other, while they’re sitting side by side in a Ryanair flight.
Yes, everyone in the plane could hear you talking obnoxiously loud although you were situated in the first four rows. Thank goodness the flight lasted for only 2.5 hours. But still, knnbmccb.
Besides that, Lisbon looked a bit messy from how its city lights were arranged. Let’s see what it has to offer.