Home being Luanda, that is (even I get confused).
After a short but very worthwhile business trip to London (and Bracknell) it’s time to get back on a plane and endure the 18-hour door-to-door trip between London and Luanda via Johannesburg for the second time in less than a week. It wasn’t originally planned that way but that’s how it worked out.
What’s also unfortunate is that I didn’t have time to visit any family or friends, apart from Elliot who came back same day as I but on a different flight, and colleagues at work. It feel quite odd to have been back on a visit yet not seen the people I would normally visit.
I only have three wishes for the economy seat waiting patiently to play host to my backside for the eleven hour first leg:
- that the seat-back entertainment system works this time
- that the passenger in front of me ISN’T one of those who seems to enjoy rocking back and forth while I’m trying to eat
- that I have more than one millimetre of legroom between my knee and the seat in front.
That’s not too much to ask, is it?