We arrived in Hong Kong and decided to lash out for the first and last time on our trip, and paid to get into a private lounge. We got a free massage, hot shower, free food and a drink. And wifi!
Then we got onto our connecting flight to Heathrow, and the thing happened that you always dream about when you get on a long haul flight but it never happens. We were seated in the middle, row of 4….and the rest of our row as empty!! Visions of lying down and sleeping filled my mind, and I was so happy I could have passed out.
And then, just as the fasten seat belt sign turns off and I start to plan my bed for the next 12 hours, some women comes and sits in the end seat to be near her friends on the other side of the aisle. OMG. I was so upset that, in typical Kerrie fashion, I said there quietly and did nothing. So I quickly resigned myself to having to sleep seating up, and did my best to do so. Isaac got about 4 or so hours sleep (I was so jealous I could have stabbed him with my plastic fork from our midnight dinner). I think I got maybe 2 hours sleep, intermittently. Anyway, we both felt better than we did last time we did this trip in 2007 and had zero sleep.
We arrived at Heathrow airport at 5am, and went to the nearest café with free wifi. We supped on various caffeinated beverages, and then I took a nap like a homeless person on the cushy chairs at the café.
After making our way to our hotel by train (or tube as the londonites call it) we slept. And slept. And slept.