The first thing to mention about sleeping on a plane is that, despite the chair folding out completely to make a full-length bed, it’s still a chair. The surface doesn’t have give like a mattress does. So I woke up many times in the night to roll over or adjust myself. Also, it feels strange sleeping in your shoes.
Obviously none of that really matters, though, because you’re sleeping on a plane. Actually sleeping, and not struggling to do so. It’s wonderfully refreshing. The little jostles feel more like relaxing rocking motions than intrusive disturbances. And it’s nice when you do wake up to look outside and see how clear the stars are.
Breakfast now – hot flannel, small bowl of cornflakes, cup of tea, fruit, bread, that’s my starter. By the time I get through the fruit and the tea, my bowl of cornflakes have lost their molecular integrity. (I stole that from The Big Bang Theory, but it’s the only thing worth stealing. They have one episode playing on loop on one of the in-flight channels. If you like it, you should be held under suspicion.)
After the starter, I got a selection of cold meats and cheese. All the meals I’ve had on this plane, by the way, come with little salt and pepper pots for flavouring. And lots of complimentary water bottles are given to me – I’m on my third now.
Just went to the bathroom. They had six different squeezy bottles in there; hand wash, face wash, face gel, toner, facial moisturiser and hand/body lotion.
This is blog entry 151. The originals end here – it can only go downhill from this point. THIS WE HAVE LEARNED.
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