Trip Start Sep 22, 2012
30Trip End Oct 19, 2012
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Hilary has come along for a farewell ride and one last breakfast together. It has been great to catch up with her again but sadly, Customs and Immigrations beckon.
In the choas behind the frosted doors, we lose Ian in the numerous queues and face some anxious moments when he is not waiting for us at the gate. But the three of us do board CX252 back to Hong Kong, in the prized front Row 31 in Premium.
A Szechuan Chicken lunch, an icecream, lights dimmed, the earplugs in and the headphones over the top as mufflers and I'm set for an afternoon/evening nap.
And it lasts about three minutes.
I'm poked in the upper arm by my mother - wanting to know which button raises her footrest!
It breaks my Number One Rule of Flying and I'm furious. I, of all people need whatever sleep l can grab, ESPECIALLY when faced with a 24 hour flight and impending jetlag!
"DON'T YOU EVER WAKE ME UP or I'll bite your bloody head off!" I snap. It's a sure sign that it is indeed time to be going home to my own bed.
"You weren't asleep." is the light-hearted excuse.
"I WAS. And there are only three buttons to push. One of them is your footrest. None are ejector seat buttons. They're the same as the last two planes.
AND you have cabin staff here to serve you.
It's THAT button. AND DON'T EVER WAKE ME UP AGAIN."
I reorganise my earplugs, headphones, blanket, cushion...
But there is no more sleep before we land in Hong Kong around 6am local time with three hours to kill.