I recently flew Play Airlines, and let me tell you, it was quite the experience.
I actually wrote a solid portion of this blog on the flight due to the lack of entertainment and my inability to sleep.
Play Airlines is an Icelandic, budget airline that provides a cheap opportunity to travel in Europe. The catch? Well, there’s a couple.
Firstly, unless you are going to Reykjavik, there are no direct flights on Play Air. Those wanting to travel to London, Madrid, Berlin, Dublin, Paris, etc. will first need to stop through the itty bitty country of Iceland. Secondly, the airline operates similarly to other budget airlines like Spirit or Jet Blue.
Fees, fees, and more fees.
While not as bad as Spirit (they barely glanced at my large-ish carry on), nothing is free on this flight. Overweight baggage is $24 a kilo, water is €3, and beer is €9.
My final negative is that the lights are on the whole time. The lights are half white and half red, essentially a candy cane, and they don’t shut off. I’ve been on Southwest flights at 12 pm that have been darker than that overnight flight. Thus the lack of sleep. I’ll let you know later how my arrival day went.
UPDATE: I fell asleep at the bars. Pulled a chair into the middle of the dance floor and took a nap. Not my first time doing it, and it definitely won’t be my last.
However, it wasn’t all bad. Firstly it is very cheap, and the ride has been very smooth. The flight attendants are certified rockets, and I have never paid closer attention to the safety demonstration (I had to stop myself from hooting like a chimpanzee, these women were that gorgeous).
Additionally, Play sells something that I have never seen sold before on a plane.
Gum pillows.
Play sells nicotine salt loosies straight off the snack menu. However, the prices are absurd. €8 for a singular mouth missile and €30 for 5. Fucking ridiculous, but if you are tired of sneaking vape hits in an airplane bathroom (I have never done this GOVERNMENT), Play offers your fix.
Side note: I did not do the full Play experience as I sprung for extra legroom. Seems like it was the play (heh, get it) because as I walked up and down the aisle to the bathroom, the normal seats’ legroom looked like it could make a 5’3″ Cambodian woman feel like Shaq.
In total, I would probably give Play Air a score of 77/100, or Fire as we here at The Camp would say. You definitely get what you pay for, and there’s nothing super outstanding to complain about.
