Flying to Iguazu
While waiting to check our bags at Salvador’s Deputado Luís Eduardo Magalhães International Airport, a young guy walked up to his luggage cart by the door, looked up, and screamed at the top of his lungs. The bustling airport went silent. He then held up his right arm and flipped off the entire airport, turning 360 degrees to make sure he didn’t miss anyone. After swinging his luggage cart around, one of his bags flew off, so he started kicking it to teach it a lesson. What’s his deal?
We had a quick layover in Curitiba. Our landing would have been a bit smoother if our pilot had used the landing gear. Brazilians were up out of their seats and collecting their bags before the plane even stopped. People crowd and push to get off the plane first. If you hesitate to post yourself in the aisle, everybody behind you will rush past. Annoying. Gog and I can’t comprehend this basic selfishness that seems to be the standard here.
Right now, we’re on the plane to the Iguazu airport on the Brazilian side of the falls. This one-way ticket was really expensive, almost half the price of our round-trip flight to and from South America, but the Iguazu Falls package I booked online with a guy named Pablo seems like a really good deal, so I guess it all evens out.
The woman sitting next to me hasn’t taken her eyes of my screen for the whole flight. Not sure if she understands English. I looked up at her a moment ago, and she pulled the move where she pretended she was looking out the window the whole time.
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