A first-person account from off the beaten track, as told to Anne Ford.
“I’m on the plane, and there’s a curtain with beds behind it, because they switch out the pilots. So halfway through the flight, the curtain opens, and a bunch of pilots in their underwear come out, and they all shriek to see me. They’re like, ‘We’re so sorry—no one told us you were on the plane.’ And then they were like, ‘Well, since you’ve seen it, we’re just gonna spend the rest of the flight in our underwear.’
“At the end, they brought out this big bottle of liquor with flames on the side, and they said, ‘We’re sure you don’t want this.’ I was like, ‘No, no, please pour away.’ The translator was like, ‘Do not drink it.’ I was like, ‘I have to drink it. I will just resign myself to the fact that I will be ill.’ At the end of the evening, I was the last one standing. And they were like, ‘You win. You can have what you want.’”
