Day 2 Busted flat in Guangzhou, waitin' for a plane...

I'm actually drafting this in the (boast brag) Business Class lounge in Guangzhou where we have several hours to kill.  Not quite as charming as its Sydney counterpart and the alleged free WiFi only extends to email, not internet. So I’m drafting now for later publication.  Our flight to Guangzhou left Sydney around 10.30 pm and we assumed that we’d be offered a cup of tea and a biscuit before settling down in our completely flat beds (ahhhh…) for a few hours kip. This is why we stuffed our faces in the Skylounge in Sydney.  Big mistake! We were served a five course meal on boarding which was mostly quite edible so of course, we ate it. Although we did baulk at the ice cream and crème brulee. “No more!” we pleaded.  I embarrassed myself by tucking my tray tablecloth into my shirt as a napkin.  The very attentive steward snatched it away and put it on the tray table and then handed me an actual damask napkin (you know, to prevent spills on me flanno shirt) with only the barest hint of condescension.

It was bliss to stretch my long willowy frame* out on a flat bed when I have only ever experienced the discomfort of cattle class.  I didn’t sleep but it was still a huge improvement.  Well worth the expense, plus priority boarding and customs clearance!  And now a word from Mr Geoffy:
 

Me, I’m just back from "the exit of flight cancellations". 

 

I’m sworn to secrecy about what goes on down there, this being the Peoples’ Republic of China & all, but if you think about platform 9&3/4 in Harry Potter you’re on the right track.  So to speak. I can but agree that it feels like we’ve done nothing but eat and drink for about 12 hours solid, although I did draw the line at the dim sum and congee breakfast.  Most of it anyway.  And I’m off the demon drink for the next several hours, although the tosspots sitting behind us are downing beer and wine with gay abandon (it being 7.30am in Guangzhou) and the more I see of them the more my resolve evaporates.  Might just wander back to the exit of flight cancellations in the interests of my health.

Next stop London!

*author is occasionally prone to flights of fancy