Kyle found the 14-hour flight to be quite pleasant.
For the first time ever, he didn't get airsick. He didn't feel like just curling up in his chair and wish it was all over. He didn't need to spend 99% of the time just knocked out.
It was such a luxury, feeling human while on the plane.
It was something he had never felt before and it was Heaven. He could even enjoy the meals provided.
Kyle didn't usually eat because his tastebuds and sense of smell were so sensitive whenever he was on a plane. The food served had this plastic smell (the heat of the container, he supposed) that permeated the food.
Every single bite was torture for he felt the actual flavour of the food being tainted by the 'plastic' taste. In the end, he opted not to eat.
Or just took the peanuts.
