Well, after three transfers, five hot towels, six movies, thirty hours and one taxi, I’ve arrived in Berlin. The nightscape resembles that of any modern city and, with the exception of cars on the opposite side of the road, strangely spelt words and heavy accents, I feel like I could have travelled all this way … More Hello Berlin. Will you be my friend?
Soothing pan pipes over Singapore airport speakers are a welcome change to the cursing, moaning, drunken dribble of the past seven hours. Emirates EK0433 has a brief stopover and I take the opportunity to escape my flight neighbour, Andy from the UK, who was somewhat inebriated when he boarded in Brisbane. Within minutes he had … More Riding in planes with drunks