Flying was only half the story.
The second half I was too lazy to write…until now!
So that was the KL to Dubai leg.
I got off my plane in Dubai, very happy that I already had my next boarding pass and I'd gone in the right direction.
I found my gate…and then went for a duty-free stroll.
Perusing some Arabian all-sorts shop, I was between the metal Aladdin lamps and the dates when I heard a strange voice behind me.
Strange Voice: Helloooo.
And it was especially strange because it sounded like it knew me.
I turned around.
And there was my Dad!
Me: 0.o ?
Strange Dad: Hello! How are you?!
Me: Hi…what are you doing here?
Turns out that dear father was travelling for business and engineered his transit to co-ordinate with mine…and he was on the same flight home!
Except that he was in business class.
And I was not.
And tragically failed to get me upgraded except for the final 30 minutes of the flight, where I had just enough time to MARVEL at the far more extensive menu, the massive TV screen and noise reduction headphones(?!) but too short a time to abuse the free champagne, request extra chair padding or make full, sleeping use of the glorious reclinable MASSAGE chair (who even knew they had that?!).
[yes, i tested them all.]
RUINED for economy class forever.
Literally, if there's one thing that's worth spending all your money on, it's travelling well.
Once off the plane I spotted a middle aged man wearing a flat cap.
And a yellow neck tie.
With a salmon pink shirt.
And woodland-green cord trousers.
Royal green socks, pulled up to the knee.
Finished off with summer hiking sandals.
Ahh, I thought, welcome home, me.
Then I got into my chauffeur driven Mercedes.
They don't tell you about these corporate perks in school, when you're choosing to become an artist…