Enjoying a well earned rest with H.I.O. ( her inside ofthedoors) in Rabat. Nice to get on a flight with the great unwashed again.
From "don't touch me" Dave who decided to get up during the flight safety instructions to do something and ignoring the nice flight attendant who tapped him on the shoulder only to get a torrent of abuse.
Firstly we met a nice Asian man who had his family spread all over the plane. ......who tried to explain to my wife that she had the wrong seat.
I've never tried to do that so he had little chance.
I also love the concept of cabin luggage...which really should be a nice big handbag or computer can but has morphed into..."let's all bring a ruddy small to medium sized suitcase"
Depending on when you get on...depends on how close the afore mentioned bag is to your seat.
And why, dear lord do people think that the seatbelt sign doesn't actually apply to them as the plane is still raining height?
That, and why do we all stand up at Olympic qualifying speeds just so we can all get our "bags" down and stand hunched in an awkward position as we wait for 147 like minded people to attempt the same thing on the way out.
But it's alright.
After a 15 minute taxi ride, I'm lying on top of a memory foam mattresses bed waiting for sleep.
Can't wait for a good walkabout tomorrow.
Bobby.
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