Oh those innocent little tykes. Those big dark moist eyes. Those little fingers that fetchingly reach out. Cuteness incarnate until… Mouth opens wide and unleashes…. THE HOWL!!!!
There is something about flying in and out of India. For that matter most countries with a youthful demographic. There are always kids – LOTS of kids! And in some cases, they have the most amazing lung capacity. One sets another off and soon there is a symphony of screeching.
On my recent trip from Mumbai to Jakarta, I had their sweet serenade from the queue outside the airport, the wait to check-in, then the wait for immigration, followed by the wait for security so that even before stepping foot on the plane… their lungs were clearly well-primed already for the coming concert. My head was throbbing in accompaniment long before we even took off!
These munchkins are champion caterwallers and – alas – can keep it up ALL night. Nothing can hold back the anguished wails. Noise cancellation headsets at ear bleeding levels cannot compete.
I get that its tough on little ones to deal with air pressure going up and when landing… and I feel for all the parents trying desperately to hush their beloved babes. But there is something about India in particular that just seems to bring a higher degree of vocalization. Or at least it seems to me as I’m on my umpteenth flight yearning for respite.
As I sat, cringing as yet another chorus reached its crescendo, I couldn’t help compare how diametrically opposite this flight was from:
- Canada – I don’t recall one single peep of one single child on recent flights. There just weren’t that many kids and those that there were, seemed to manage the flights perfectly fine – thank you very much.
- China – Thanks to the child policy, babies aren’t so plentiful, and those on flights seem ridiculously well-behaved.
- Indonesia so far has a similar demographic to India on flights however it is somehow a kinder gentler sniffle and mini wail, not that defeaning migraine inducing unleashing of dismay.
Now I appreciate my grouse is terribly unfair. Especially coming from someone who is an ‘aunty’ not a parent. And I beg in advance forgiveness from all parents and to not be misconstrued as truly complaining. It’s just that flying anywhere with non-stop howling for many hours is, well, exceedingly tiresome for all concerned – including the babe(s) in question!
So come on folks, who has experienced nightmarish decibel defying miserable flights? Or any other travel pet peeves?