Better late than never!

Here is the afore promised flight blog - a little delayed but here it is, please try and picture a subdued cabin, the lights turned off, but for a few people reading or using laptops under their personal lights. The sound of the jets roar is punctuated by the sounds of obstructive snores:

Ok its 2322 in UK and 0222 in Tanzania
Mayhem has been attempting to sleep for the last 20 mins, in that time he has summarily failed. He has complained that the no smoking sign is shining through his sleep mask, then while ferreting in his bag he managed to rip his finger nail from a previous injury – queue much swearing and cursing, which i managed to sufficiently suppress. He is now looking at me quite bizarrely as he is attempting to staunch the flow of blood by sucking his left thumb.

Ok its now 5 mins later the Great Cleaving of the nail as it is from hence forth to be referred and he appears to have just had a fit, or so the faces and general sounds of discomfort would suggest – however it transpires he actually had a searing cramp in his thigh – or possibly in another part of his anatomy, which I don’t want to consider, looking at the dance his is doing in the isle.

After hopping around in the aisle he found himself unable to resist his kleptomaniac urges and set forth on a thieving trip into the World Traveller Plus section. Returning like some pillaging Viking he held high his prize of luxury head phones, eye mask and, much to his overwhelming delight, a set of ear plugs
- He has just chimed up that he would have rather had a true Viking raid, with the trophy of a kicking and screaming stewardess – although I hurriedly pointed out that her protestations may arouse the attention of the other cabin crew, who i believe are inclined to look after their own at this altitude!

So far this flight could not have been better; the service we have received has been truly magnificent. The staff have been warm and friendly and Chris has nearly managed to drink his own weight in G&Ts. One of the things we have found to be most amusing/entertaining – apart from the cavernous leg room – I can actually stretch full length before I touch the bulkhead with my feet and we don’t seem to get bored of just waggling our legs in space and laughing simply because we can, is the little televisions we have that fold out from our seats.
These little touch screens allows us to bring up what appears to be a Flash programme providing information on our flight. Looking at the screen we are presently over the Libyan Desert, heading on a bearing to Addis Abba, at an airspeed of 562mph, with 2056 miles and 3.55 hrs remaining in the air.
It’s only a little screen, and they are only simply changing statistics, but while we have both been kept entertained watching TV and generally predicting what Africa will hold for us, it has been the watching of our little airplane gradually move across the map and descend across the dark continent that has provided the most conversation. It must be the Geeks within which have kept us so enthralled with these little changing numbers – or maybe it is the general excitement as we head into the unknown – I’m sure you will all have your own opinions

We are seated in the middle of the plane, unfortunately we don’t have a windows seat, but from what I can make out from the little hatch over the emergency exit, there are clear stars above us, and darkness, indicating the desert below, and absolutely no sign of human habitation.

On that nocturnal note I think I’ll close my laptop and attempt to encourage the sandman to deliver me a little sleep which Mayhem seems to have received since I began typing, and given our present location, I would have hoped he wouldn’t have far to travel – we are only 35,000ft way afterall!

TTFN

Kaos