linkinrecharged said: So, I'm gonna be having my first flight in August. I just wanna know if there are any tips or tricks you could give me.


I typically keep my expensive stuff with me, i.e. my electronics, in my backpack as a carry-on. Here’s a list of what I keep in there.

  • Phone or iPod or something with a decent amount of music, typically relaxing music so I can listen to it while I sleep
  • Couple comic books
  • Kindle (fully charged and pre-downloaded with a couple good books)
  • Headphones (if you’ve got noise-cancelling headphones, bring them)
  • Nintendo 3DS
  • Chargers for 3DS, phone, etc
  • Portable battery charger (in case the outlet doesn’t work, which it usually doesn’t)
  • A hoodie
  • Sleep mask (there’s always that one asshole, typically a kid, who opens the window shade and shines the sun directly into your eyes when you’re trying to sleep)
  • Lotion & chapstick (your skin can get really dry and uncomfortable, it’s good to have)
  • Bottle of water (purchased at the airport, cause they won’t let you past security with one from home)

Since it’s your first flight, I would recommend, for the sake of caution, buying some Bonine or Dramamine, just in case you get motion sickness. Both can alleviate those symptoms, essentially by knocking you the fuck out.

I also always wear comfy clothes, like sweats or leggings and a t-shirt. Whenever I fly, I get super bloated and dehydrated, it’s weird. If you need to look fancy at the airport, you can always bring a pair of pants on your carry-on and change in/out of them. But I personally don’t care about what I look like when I’m flying. I always end up looking like shit anyway cause I pass out and drool all over myself.

Good luck! :D


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