One flight down - only 8 more to go!
12/09/2013 14:19The drama kicks off about 30 seconds after saying goodbye to my dad, when rifling through my bag for my passport I discover there has been some kind of chocolate explosion in the main compartment. I would have cleaned it off but depending on how desperate I get over the next few days I might have to resort to licking it later.
Next I set off the alarm at security, as usual, and was directed to what looked like a combination of the areana tubes from the hunger games and the time machine from Austin Powers and was forced to hold a ridiculous pose for what I'm sure was just the staff's amusement.
I finally get on the plane and one look at me and the very glamorous flight attendant points me firmly in the direction of the peasant class downstairs. But blow me - a double decker plane for a start! Peasant class with acres of leg room, cushions, TV with 1500 channels and as much free alcohol as I can drink will do me just fine thank you very much! Especfially when my neighbour tells me it's 3000 quid for a ticket in first class.
I'm sat in the window next to a friendly man on his way home to Zambia, so we have several pleasant conversations about African wildlife, London theatre and fish & chips. We are lucky enough to enjoy a good 30 minutes of the smoothest take off and flying i've ever know before the baby 4 rows ahead starts wailing. Copy and paste for the next 7 hours so I stuck my headphones in and watched Cool Runnings,blubbed my way through Les Miserables and lightened the mood with 5 episodes of Friends.
The baby was still crying when we prepared to land.