Flying... a new anti-drug.

Last night was ridiculous. Who says late-night flights aren't interesting?? I got onboard at about 9:10 and it's a Ryanair flight so there are not very many people onboard. Not a lot at all. We take off and get going when the man across the aisle from me (we are the only two people in our row) leans over and starts to talk to me in Spanish. He says he is from Lithuania and does not know English so he needs some help figuring out how to get around the London Stansted airport. I explain that there will be tvs showing him which gate his connecting flight is at and that there will be people around if he gets in big trouble, he can just show his ticket to them. Then he goes back to his side of the aisle and I keep reading.
About 30 minutes later, and a few alcoholic coffees in him, he comes back. This time he asks me a bunch of random questions and holds onto my hand when he shakes it goodbye. That is when I start getting a little freaked out. But he leaves again and no problem. He keeps going to the bathroom I notice but maybe the coffees are getting to him? About two hours into the flight (a 2 hour 40 minute flight), the flight attendants at the bathroom near the cockpit start circling the bathroom. The Lithuanian man opens the door and they all go crazy because... he has been SMOKING IN THE LAVATORY. What a no-no!
I have always wondered what happens if someone gets caught doing that. Here is the answer. You get your passport taken by the police, you spend a night in jail at the cost of a hefty fine, and you are essentially banned from air travel for life because no one will let you book a flight on their aircraft. The fligth attendants kept freaking out because they didn't know where the cigarette butt was and I started thinking... well great, if he threw it down the toilet and some mixture of fire and whatever is down there blows this plane up... I'll be pissed. Ha.
The flight attendants were great at handling it, especially when the Lithuanian man pretended not to know Spanish or English (he doesn't know English) and we were met with policemen at the Stansted gate. They were carrying the largest weapons I have ever seen with my own eyes. So I assume they took him in and he is somewhere in London at this moment.
Getting from the airport to the hostel was quite painless and now I am about to head over to the Brownings and then start off the siteseeing! Today is Westminster Abbey, Big Ben and Jewel Tower, changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace and a Dali museum all before WICKED :)