O-Tone of Ryanair attendants: "Now sit back, relax and enjoy your flight."

Lol. Hysterically.

Admittedly, an insider joke for parents of 8 months old babies... So for everyone else, suffice to say that the flight only took 90 minutes, but it seemed an eternity. Cubling bounced incessantly, stretched herself like a starfish, pulled my left neighbours hair with such dexterity that it was beyond my abilities to prevent it, ripped the newspaper my neighbour behind me was reading, and generally managed to have a party on my lap which resulted in a severe backache the following day. Just upon one of those bumpyclosetocrashingRyanairtype landings, Cubling succumbed to sleep. I stared in disbelief, and woke her five minutes later when there was no further delaying possible and we had to leave the aircraft.

Other than that I felt strangely at home on the no leg-room, no-frills airline. I even almost enjoyed the ellbowing for a place in the queue so that we could sit together as a family. There was much frolicking when we discovered various well-known faces of other Kraut-Weegies who had also yet again given in to low price and convenience. All the while humming going home for Christmas and the wheels on the plane go round and round...