So, we're off to Oz. As I write this, it's Friday 20th, which is the start of the big getaway for Chinese New Year, so everyone is going home. It cost an extra HK$40 to get a taxi to take us down to the airport train, compensation for the terrible inconvenience of making the poor chap open the boot for our suitcases.
Mr and Mrs L, with whom I'm traveling, travel business class and I decided, after much consideration, to stump up for a business class seat, too. In fact, I'm sat in my business class seat - cocoon would be more accurate - as I type out this part of the blog.
Business class is another world: it's a glimpse into a way of life that's almost utterly alien to me. The space, the service, the endless champagne - discrete lounges, solicitous stewardesses serving roast duck on china plates. We flew with Thai Airways and it's not every day that my lunch is served by a supermodel.
After an hour or so in Bangkok, we fly on to Sydney, which will take eight hours or so. Despite having spent so much money and wanting to enjoy every moment, the fact that we're flying overnight means I'll be forced to spend time unconscious. Still, I'll be horizontal, thanks to my cocoon!
(Later)
Meanwhile, time has moved on - now we're in the Thai Airways lounge in Bangkok. Our flight was "rescheduled" (as opposed to delayed) and Mrs L suggested that we take advantage if the complimentary foot massage in the Thai Airways Spa. This trip is ruining me for the journey back to Heathrow , when I'll be back in economy class.
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