Normally flights are uneventful, boring, even, especially if
you get stuck on an aisle seat… Normally, that is… My flight to Cairo proved,
at least for me, remarkably abnormal.
I arrived at the airport in Casablanca in plenty of time, so
I chilled and waited for my flight, trying not to think of food, because the
prices at the airport were through the roof, not just for Morocco, but for
pretty much anywhere.
Finally boarding time arrived and I joined the queue to
board the plane. So far nothing abnormal: but then, a fight broke out in front
of me. Outside the UFC, I’d never seen an adult place such violent kicks—and
this was on the boarding ramp. At length, the crew and several bystanders
separated the gentlemen and I boarded the plane. I assume they cooled down and
were permitted to fly, but I can’t vouch for it.
I worked my way back to my seat, only to find that an
elderly guy in turban and gown had already firmly lodged himself there—so I
took his middle seat.
We took off and life was normal—for a while: then a couple
of the guys pulled out their musical instruments and started an impromptu
concert. Other passengers joined in singing and clapping to the music. Then the
dancing started, as young and old, male and female wedged themselves into the
aisle to dance. (Actual number dancing was probably fewer than half a dozen,
but the bystanders and photographers heavily inflated the number in the aisle.)
The whole thing was so unusual the stewards broke out extra
refreshments.
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