The flight there had prepared us for a Colombo stopover and strangely, the flight back had none of that. #hurraymoment
What I did not prepare myself for was for the same crazed rushing I had to do from one terminal to another and then chase after a bus that would take us on a 30 minute merry go round the airport grounds before finally reaching the plane itself and in our half awakened moments, I had to trek up the flight of stairs.
Lo and behold, we were given seats between two mothers nursing 4 month old babies. One complete "insertion of stars and planets aligning emoticon". The moment the bassinets were fixed, we were almost doomed for the flight. No pee-breaks without agility, I swear I almost twisted my back trying to tease myself from my seat, cling onto somewhere without awaking the baby or the mother and back and forth.
Will I still insist on bulk head seats for long haul, unfortunately yes.
Ramblings aside, I now move on to the part of the flight that I enjoy most. It was not even entertainment, I actually could sleep throughout the flight but still suffer immense jetlag thereafter.
First up - the leg from Turkey to Dubai got us dinner on board.
Dinner was late at about 9pm. I truly think meals on board a plane are meant to screw your bodyclock upside down and back.
Juicy meatballs on a bed of warm rice, just the meal I really needed for a good night's sleep - or whatever was left of night and morning.
The other alternative of chicken kebabs with potatoes. Another delicious number, just that I wish I was not wolfing them down at 4am but maybe 10pm.
Yogurt and spinach leaves were quite an acquired appetizer even in the morning.
Guess what these are!
Crackers and cheese - my kind of comfort food on a plane.
Chocolate mousse, missing out on both colour and taste.
Somewhere during the rest of the flight from Dubai to Singapore, at 4am we were forcefed with a sandwich in a kraft bag. I forgot the flavour but this was reasonably palatable. Cold sandwiches seem to work for me on all the flights that I had taken over the two week timespan.
The only normal timed meal on the flight - breakfast at about 8am. Hot and crispy croissants, I could cry from the deliciosity of this.
The rest were acceptable - crispy wedges, meh omelette and earthy mushrooms.
The food served on Emirates has been decent so far but the distances clocked and layovers are the major considerations - cost versus time spent. And with that, I end my long haul trip for 2014. Until the next!
What I did not prepare myself for was for the same crazed rushing I had to do from one terminal to another and then chase after a bus that would take us on a 30 minute merry go round the airport grounds before finally reaching the plane itself and in our half awakened moments, I had to trek up the flight of stairs.
Lo and behold, we were given seats between two mothers nursing 4 month old babies. One complete "insertion of stars and planets aligning emoticon". The moment the bassinets were fixed, we were almost doomed for the flight. No pee-breaks without agility, I swear I almost twisted my back trying to tease myself from my seat, cling onto somewhere without awaking the baby or the mother and back and forth.
Will I still insist on bulk head seats for long haul, unfortunately yes.
Ramblings aside, I now move on to the part of the flight that I enjoy most. It was not even entertainment, I actually could sleep throughout the flight but still suffer immense jetlag thereafter.
First up - the leg from Turkey to Dubai got us dinner on board.
Dinner was late at about 9pm. I truly think meals on board a plane are meant to screw your bodyclock upside down and back.
Juicy meatballs on a bed of warm rice, just the meal I really needed for a good night's sleep - or whatever was left of night and morning.
The other alternative of chicken kebabs with potatoes. Another delicious number, just that I wish I was not wolfing them down at 4am but maybe 10pm.
Yogurt and spinach leaves were quite an acquired appetizer even in the morning.
Guess what these are!
Crackers and cheese - my kind of comfort food on a plane.
Chocolate mousse, missing out on both colour and taste.
Somewhere during the rest of the flight from Dubai to Singapore, at 4am we were forcefed with a sandwich in a kraft bag. I forgot the flavour but this was reasonably palatable. Cold sandwiches seem to work for me on all the flights that I had taken over the two week timespan.
The only normal timed meal on the flight - breakfast at about 8am. Hot and crispy croissants, I could cry from the deliciosity of this.
The rest were acceptable - crispy wedges, meh omelette and earthy mushrooms.
The food served on Emirates has been decent so far but the distances clocked and layovers are the major considerations - cost versus time spent. And with that, I end my long haul trip for 2014. Until the next!
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