Never one to snooze well anywhere other than totally supine in blissful blackness, with a gentle breeze blowing through an open window and a brace of feather pillows on which to rest my head, it was always doubtful that sleep would come easily to me on the overnighter. It's quite amazing how people of all shapes and sizes can contort themselves when needs must or the pull of the body clock takes over. All around are the folded forms of the young and old. Perhaps this is what those sheep you see trundling along in trucks with little room to move and a neighbour rammed up close feel like? (see what I did there? Ram-med - geddit?) Not that I'm especially tired. Like a small child at Christmas, the excitement of our adventure being now a tantalising reality and the series of planned trips and treks like a pile of gifts waiting to be opened, I'm too excited to sleep.
HRH is the more seasoned traveller. Asia holds fewer unknowns for him (although it's fair to say that the nearest he's been to our present destination is a bin liner factory in Vietnam), and certainly the survival techniques of long haul flights are hard-wired. Eat little, drink plenty (water, not alcohol), sleep. Wise words indeed. Pah! I've snacked my way through the tray of little plastic boxes, accepted several glasses of juice (mistake), drunk slightly revolting tea with what tasted like long-life coffee-creamer and watched 'Gone Girl' with Chinese subtitles. Could this be another reason why this is him, to my left, or a close approximation at least, without taking an actual photo which would be mean, even if it were possible with the lights dimmed, aided by the sensible eye-mask he's sporting, upright, relaxed, no contorting for my man and no doubt minimal jet lag on arrival tomorrow (no, that's later today)!
So there we are ... The Owl and the Pussycat, heading out to SEA (South East Asia). Even more appropriate, the EVA Airlines livery is a funny shade of, well, pea green! How very apt. Night night x
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