I am off to China (Beijing and Tianjin) with Adrian and Edwin and we have chose to fly Air China – never done that before – and
probably won’t do it again…
The plane is really old, with an air of the 1970s
about it. The seats are really tiny and I am sat in the aisle (thankfully, especially as I have a dodgy stomach) next to a man that thinks its acceptable to make guttural
snorting sounds throughout the journey. I would have put the headphones on,
only there aren’t any: you are given a stethoscope to use as a headset to
listen to the audio of the Chinese film being shown. I revert to using my iPod.
I am looking around the seating area, trying to marry up the
Chinese characters with the English equivalent, and no matter how you dress it
up “Fasten Seat Belt While Seated Use Bottom Cushion For Flotation” doesn’t instil faith in the aircraft safety
system.
Where are the life jackets?
The flight is six hours long – and within the first 30
minutes, my arse is hurting: this is going to be a long journey… At least they
served alcohol – well, one can of Nan Jing beer anyway. I needed the loo
towards the end and waited for the queue to disappear before I attempted to
empty my bowels – only to find that the minute I’d locked the door, someone was
knocking on it to get it!
You’ll have to wait. When I left, I got this acid
stare and very disapproving look from the person who had probably been trying
to get in: and that was before he actually went inside…
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