The pilot’s announcement took me by surprise…

“Please can you stay in your booked seat for take-off and landing to manage weight distribution on the plane?" Yes, that made sense, “then once the seat belt lights are off, you can sit where ever you like.”  Well, that heralded the beginning of the most unorthodox flight I have ever been on. As instructed, …

It seemed to make sense to me at the time…

I couldn’t really understand why I hadn’t thought of doing it before.  A daytime flight had to be the epitome of how international travel is supposed to be.  It doesn’t require you to fold your body into contortions alongside hundreds of strangers, to manage at least some semblance of sleep, while squashed into a seat with space enough for a couple of battery hens.  Surely, I thought, there’s a better way to do this?