So we arrived ridiculously early at Manchester, Terminal 3. Due to Becky's bizarre perception “that there would be more to do”. We spent several hours looking like slobs. Drinking cans of Larger in the main entrance. Oh and not forgetting a delicious, if not enormous cup of coffee, which was well priced, for the airport.
After several dull hours, it was discovered we could of actually check in hours ago. LOL. What dicks! So after a very painless check in process we all waved goodbye to our bags and prayed we saw them in Bangkok.
After a short, and I do mean short flight, but long enough to meet two ex-Brits now living in Oz, one of whom was a diving instructor. Oh and neck a can of Grolsh. We landed in Heathrow, Lodon. Oh and there was the little matter of me leaving half my worldly goods on the plane, had to run back for them, LOL. I think we spent more time on the bus from Terminal 5 to Terminal 3 than we did in the air from Manchester. The smell on the bus was atrocious, thanks to Ms Hamburger. After having to endure X-rays and security stations AGAIN we managed to make it to the terminal, with just enough time to get my much needed P20. Ohhh and try on the odd pair of sunglasses. Non bought though.
We quickly boarded our flight in a row of 4 at the back, handy for the toilets. Reclined our chairs and settled into the flight. So as we reached our cruising altitude and about 40 minutes into the flight we were all cursing the in-flight entertainment system that kept crashing. All I wanted to see was “Up”, but I settled on the latest “Harry Potter”. We looked on with eager, to the very smartly dressed air crew, passing around the Chicken or Lamb.
When there is panic two rows ahead. Shouts for “help!!” coming from a few people. Would you believe some poor traveler has passed out in her seat. It goes without saying me and Burger was there in a flash! Provided some emergency aid, oxygen and tender loving care, ha ha ha. It could only happen to us! So as the hero's of the flight the stewardess awarded us each a complementary bottle of champagne. I'd of preferred bumping up to first class, but cant be picky.
Fortunately our meal was not delayed and normal service was able to carry on swiftly. The Chicken was nice, but still left me hungry. Qantas flights, nice pillows! Sleep came easily, awaking just in-time for the breakfast.
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