Via Dubai. Out of Manchester, the A380 is the 2pm flight. We got the 11am 777 300, which compared to the ageing fleet that American airlines run across the Atlantic is amazing.
We were well looked being feed constantly. Found it hard to reign myself in with the free booze.
Running into cultural differences almost off the bat with the Indian bloke sat next to me. Despite being of small stature, he made up for it by elbowing me at every opportunity without a mutter of an apology. Blower on full because he was hot (being out of reach I had to adjust it for him) it was my English reserve stopped me from suggested he might be more comfortable without the bulky coat.
Alison came to my defence wanting to go to the loo every time his food touched down.
This also lead to the destruction of my headphone adaptor meaning the last two films I had to use the crappy complementary ones.
Standard photie for the AAIB if required later.
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