Uninteresting. Travelling. Minor stresses – like lots of untravelled women who haven’t yet learned the common courtesy that you DON’T PUT YOUR EFFING SEAT BACK on a plane unless you’re in first class. But hey! We got there – some of us more comfortably than others.
Apart from that, flight (Virgin Atlantic) was very comfortable, food great. No complaints.
Whinge No. 1: Do you know that the tour organiser was on the flight with us from London to Delhi and never considered introducing herself??? Same at Delhi airport. No greeting, no meeting, no introductions. We were on our own until she decided she could be arsed to open her mouth (after which she never bloody shut it for the next ten days … not sure which was worse). Anyway, since we’re approaching panto season, it’s into the orchestra pit with her, I say!
Then, to top it all (and I forgive you, Simon), I was standing by the luggage rack in the airport chatting to Alison when our travelling pro photographer came up and asked us if he could take a photo of us chatting as the luggage arrived. “Of course,” we replied, turning around and presenting our least jet-lagged smiles. “No, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d rather you turned around,” he said. “I want a photo of your backs.” Or backsides, he meant. Gee – did wonders for the ego, that one – but (a) it did make us laugh, and (b) that probably WAS our least jet-lagged side after all!
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