It’s always fucking chaos. They never listen to the announcements, they just go up when they want. It’s an absolute rabble. The first stage is to get on the bus and it’s always a shit fight getting off and on to the plane.  But this is China. I act like a local when they start this kind of behaviour much to their surprise. I enjoy the looks I get and the expressions on their faces.  It’s amazing how a carefully placed suitcase can stop them in their tracks.

Getting on the plane and finding your seat always seems so difficult for them and I’m not sure why this is because all they have to do is look for a number and a letter, it’s not like they have to learn fuckin’ English before flying.  But as long as they have red wine I’ll be OK because to make matters worse I  have a couple of nasally Australians behind me.  Do the gods hate me,  is this karma because I killed a few mosquitos this week?