International flights are always interesting, in the fact that somehow you can get a full night worth of sleep and still feel like you stayed up all for two nights straight, British airways is no different, unless your lucky enough to be able to afford business class, but for those of us in the peanut gallery there's nothing you can really call resting, however having never flown with British airways before they do have something I have seldom seen in any other flight I've taken, and that's class, whether it's the bag of free stuff that comes with your seat or what is by far the best looking and tasting airplane food I've ever eaten (with a tiny bottle of your choice of wine/champagne). The meals are arranged quite nicely on a platter, and when you've finished eating a flight attendant comes by with a trash carts and asks "Sir/Madam, any rubbish?" in a surprisingly sparkling tone, these are not you normal disgruntled flight attendants these are those who have reached the pinnacle of the profession who get to see the world and serve you with a smile. Now I know you probably thinking that I'm just brown nosing, but fear not they did slip up, I said they were classy not that they were perfect. When our breakfast came, about an hour and a half before landing, the staff must have forgotten to let it thaw for long enough because when we got it everything was frozen solid, from the orange juice and the coffee creamer to the sliced meat in our breakfast croissant. Though I have to say they're on to something with that half frozen deli meat, it was surprisingly satisfying in the overheated plane.
Update: the pictures of my first day in London are online I'll tell you how it was later, but right now I'm just too tired.
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