Radio Action - Flying

So... its starting to sink in that i´m actually on my way to Rio, sorry i mean Niteroi. I am sat here trying to avoid eye contact with a strange man who keeps asking me to translate what the board is saying, even though it flashes in English every 30 seconds. Still at least here my French language skills are put to use, because i actually will not be able to communicate once i arrive in Brazil. Unless there are small children or dogs. On the plane i am sat in E56 the last but one row from the back in the tail section. Behind me is the in-flight security man, I feel safe that he is there and imagine him as a Sayid in Lost type character who would look after me if we end up on an island for years and years. Then i realise i am thinking about Lost while on a massive plane sat in the tail section and try to think of something else, quickly. There are two spare seats between myself and a French guy in a Barcalona FC shirt, i think he is Spanish to start (because of the shirt) and just smile. Then he introduces himself in french and we agree that he will use the two spare seats to sleep on for the first five hours while i will use them for the rest. His English is worse than my French so we try to make an attempt at conversation.I think he plays table tennis and is going to Rio for a match, but he could also play tennis, baddminton or something else that involves the action of a racket??? Three hours into the flight we hit turbulance. Four hours later, we can still not leave our seats and i am feeling extemely ill. I contemplate running to the toilet when i think i will be sick, then someone else trys to leave their seat and basically gets screamed at when they stand up. I contemplate a Maddy Egan catholic show of affection towards God asking him not let the plane crash, my thoughts of Lost re-surfacing, then remember that I don´t believe in God. So i grip the chair and concentrate on my breathing. As the plane hits the tarmac in Rio it is still dark. We sweep around the airport to our final stop. As we slow down next to the airport building the sun rises and i see Rio for the first time. Dark hills rising from nowhere covered in tiny little red brick buildings built one and top of another. It is hot. 25c and only 5.45am. I think by tonight i will look like red tomato with white fluff for hair and no eyebrows.