I got on an airplane last week! I dared to travel to get from here to there
“So I’m planning on flying up to Portland, Maine, next week,” I told my friend. Dead silence. Clear disapproval. I understood that. It’s early July, still in the midst of our much-misunderstood pandemic, and I was doing something crazy. Getting on an airplane. I dared to travel.
But how else was I going to get to the summer cabin in the small town of Rangeley in western Maine where my husband and I have spent the last 25 years? My husband was driving up earlier with a packed car – and I tend to commute back and forth from Washington, DC. So there are a number of flights in my future.
I started taking precautions early
Already, my husband is sending me daily reminders of all the precautions I need to make both onboard and in the Uber to the airport: multiple masks, don’t touch anything; take a lifetime supply of handi-wipes; don’t touch anything; wash your hands constantly; don’t touch anything. I’m feeling overwhelmed; also cautious but confident — until I read another article about the potential dangers of contracting the virus in flight.
I dared to travel to Maine. It started with an Uber and its rules
So, I’m in the Uber and I want to ask the driver if he’s been to any restaurants, marched in a protest or knows anyone with the virus. I’m pretty sure those are all inappropriate questions unless I’m screening someone at a doctor’s office. I sit back — and then forward — and try not to touch anything.
Ashrin, my driver, has to prove to the Uber Powers-That-Be that he actually has a mask on before we can begin our journey. Big Brother is watching our face coverings unless, of course, you’re at some packed indoor political rally in which case no one cares. And, of course, I’m worried I didn’t leave early enough. After all, it can take hours now to get through an airport. Yup, I should have left the night before.
I got to the airport early — way too early
Once at the airport – with multiple hours to spare before my flight – I now have to worry about whether or not I should risk going to the bathroom. So I unsheath my sword in the form of the first of the 27 Purell sanitizers in my purse and brave the airport ladies’ room. I emerge seemingly unscathed.
In the past, I dared to travel to a supermarket with a few other masked shoppers. But walking the concourse among a multitude of masks feels like an alien experience – as well as an experience among aliens. I don’t know whether to feel relieved – or appalled… I am in a ghost town – empty check-in counters, empty security lines, empty restaurants, empty escalators — and yet all I see are masks — and I know the virus lurks around every empty corner.
Masked marauders attempt social distancing
At the gate, all the masked marauders are attempting some sort of social distancing as I look for an empty row of seats to sit in. I felt uneasy and depressed as to what really is in store for our world in both the short- and long-term. I feel angry at the random person not wearing a mask as if he were intentionally, selfishly, perversely trying to make a personal statement by risking the health of the rest of us. I look around to see if anyone else shares my dismay but all I see is a sea of eyes – and I haven’t yet learned how to read eyes.
I am flying Southwest Airlines, my favorite – and instead of the usual line-up of 60 passengers on both sides of the stanchion, they board 10 folks at a time at 6-foot intervals, all middle seats remaining empty unless occupied by family members
Onboard, everyone is masked and cleaning every surface in sight – sometimes extending to their fellow passengers… Across the aisle sits a man encased in what appears to be a full-body condom. I notice one or two goggles, and now fearing I will contract the virus through my eyes, as has been reported, I look down at my book and remain there, ordinarily one of my most favorite pastimes. Except that I can’t see any of the words because my glasses keep fogging up due to the mask.
Darn. I can’t use my drink coupons
I had read some articles about flights in which flight attendants were notoriously missing, which taps into former abandonment issues. Probably true for half the plane; abandonment issues are very pervasive. Also abandoned are my four free drink coupons wasting away in my carry-on. But no, this is Southwest Airlines, so yes, there are flight attendants. I feel relieved, but still bemoan the fact that my drink coupons are going to remain unredeemed.
In the middle of the usual safety briefing, I realize how surprised I am it isn’t on Zoom. I didn’t think there was anything that wasn’t on Zoom. I’m assuming that if there’s an emergency and the oxygen masks lower, you should probably remove your virus mask before attaching. These are things we didn’t have to worry about in the Before Times.
Upon arrival in Portland
I stay in my seat even while everyone else is retrieving their bags. Have they never heard of social distancing?
Once outside and heading to my husband’s car, I can’t get my mask off fast enough. Breathing in the cool Maine air is like an elixir. Knowing that the state is very serious about its restrictions, I was not surprised to see a moose wearing a mask. Okay, so it was a large statue in the airport – but the message was clear. I nod knowingly to the moose until I remember, according to Maine guidelines, I now have to quarantine for 14 days. That will be just in time for my return trip to Washington, DC.
What’s wrong with this picture? Ah, no – that’s right. I was tested for the virus the requisite 72 hours ago. So no worries, I’m negative. Until I realize I could have contracted it on the plane. So I’m still into the “what’s wrong with this picture?” mode…
Welcome to the New Normal?
Photos by Ariane Nicholson
Fyllis Hockman is a multi-award-winning travel journalist who has been traveling and writing for over 30 years — and is still as eager for the next trip as she was for the first. Her articles appear in newspapers across the country and websites across the internet. When not traveling, she is almost as happy watching plays or movies, working out and sitting on a barstool next to her travel-writing husband.