Cuba - Part 4 - Greg from Mission

The flight we took from Vancouver to Varadero was straight through (yay!) but if left at 9:30 pm (boo!). I was nervous about the flight - I don't like to fly and it was a 5.5 hour flight down there. So I took melatonin because I really wanted to sleep since we were on a red eye.

While we were waiting in the airport a group of super loud rowdies showed up. After listening to them for 5 minutes we looked at each other and said "Let's hope we aren't sitting near them on the plane."

Of course we're sitting right in front of the loudest guy in the group.

We soon learned his name is Greg and he's from Mission. Here is a sampling of the kind of crap we had to listen to all the way to Cuba:

"So what sort of language do they speak in Cuba?"

"What is champagne anyway?"

"What time is it - Mission time? It must be about 11 o'clock!" (It was 2:30am 'Mission time' at that point.)

"I didn't have a girlfriend in high school!"

He hit on all the flight attendants, threw up in the bathroom so they had to close it, talked and yelled super loud and was a general jerk the entire flight.

So the melatonin I took kicked in - my body wanted to sleep - but I couldn't sleep because of Greg. I was messed up. After nearly 5 hours of this torture I was ready to freak out.

Sitting in that cramped seat I thought about how I was going to craft this blog post, thought about mojitos, dreamt about punching Greg in the face.....anything to get through the next 30 minutes. Then....Greg's ears wouldn't pop.

Get this - he seriously started Howling. Like. Tarzan. To clear his ears?!

It was at this point that I lost it. I thought "Hmph! I was unaware of the correlation between howling like Tarzan and clearing your ears on a flight!" I started laughing and couldn't stop. When Brad saw me laughing, he started and it got out of control. We were like two school kids who start laughing in class and can't stop.

On our way back to the airport 8 days later, we became frightened that Greg would be on the flight with us again. It wasn't until we sat down in our seats that I glanced around and saw him. He was a little further away this time, but close enough that we were seriously alarmed.

So Brad took photos of him. Here he is in all his glory.
(Well except for the black thing I put across his eyes.)

He acted like a normal human being on the way back - lucky for the poor soul sitting next to him. Good thing because it was a 7.5 hour flight home.