I practice the Flight Free Lifestyle and drive my comfortable old Lincoln where ever I need to go or choose to roam. Packed like a sardine in an aluminum cylinder filled with miscelaneous rifraff practicing no end of obnoxious habits and producing odious smells is no way to travel. And that's first class. Tourist I don't even like to think about. And don't get me started on the cacotopia of the modern airport.
How do you cross large bodies of water?
Agreed. Worrying about cell phone noise while traveling in coach on the average flight is like worrying about a leaky faucet as the tsunami bears down on your beach house. A person is lucky ever to have any small bit of peace and quiet in coach. The seats are small, they are all occupied, the to-ing and fro-ing is constant, and so is the noise.