Okay, I’m sorry to keep harping on about this whole thing, but being cooped up in a metal tube for 22 hours does things to one’s brain. So, everything was sorted until it transpired that Karin’s points hadn’t gone through so more singing and dancing to get that sorted for the return flight.
Best of all was the flight to Singapore where we are spending the night. A very loud and irritating German guy in his late fifties/early sixties make such a show about his lack of leg room because he was quite tall. He stuck his leg out in the aisle whilst everyone was boarding and refused to move it. Unfortunately we had already sat down otherwise I might have tried to give the leg a kicking. Anyway, they finally moved the guy next to him to give him two seats to himself and then he proceeded to present his business card to the stewardess who looked bored by it, smiled and said “Thank you professor.”
Slightly sickened by this display we got settled in and everything was okay until the end of the meal. He wasn’t eating, so naturally Karin (who hates flying at the best of times) put her seat back. The prof then proceeded to knee the back of her seat and try and push her forward. This ended in a frenetic bout of swearing from us (I’m proud to say I got in some of my best German profanities) and some appeasement from stewardesses rolling their eyes. [click to continue…]