I flew El Al from Toronto to Jerusalem to start my second Naked Archaeologist shoot, and I have to say the experience was terrific. The service is great, the food is good, those ex-IDF pilots make you feel safe, but mostly they’re extremely polite during the body search.
After the requisite ten minutes of questioning at Pearson, they took away my carry-on, promising to return it at the gate. Two hours later they did, and then took me aside, down a corridor to conduct a body search. Just as the nice fellow passed his wand (that is not a euphemism) across my ass, my phone rang. It was my wife. She has a wicked sense of humour.
The only other moment of note, since I slept through most of the flight, was at the de-icing station, when an elderly man suddenly fainted. The flight attendants rushed about, and the captain came on the intercom asking if there was a doctor on board. On El Al. What are the odds?
Seventeen people stood up.
If you’re gonna be sick on a flight, make it El Al.
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