"Running laps for three hours at only 12,000 feet over the 42C desert below likely made a few pax lurch forward for a sick sack."
ROFL it's true! The only time I've come close to air- or sea-sickness was during an interminable holding pattern for Gatwick in a DC-10. There was something about the slow steady turns always in one direction that made me ill. However the sack remained empty
-drl