Five and a half hours in steerage to San Francisco from Toronto.....of course the crying children were next to Richard. It is his doom to fly with children. Why can't they travel with the dogs and cats in luggage?
Then..........Heaven..........15 hours in Business Class on Singapore Airlines. Yes, Virginia, there is a Travel God. We were ensconced in the upper deck of a 747 - 28 passengers and 4 attendants and they really all do look like Balinese Dancers with an attitude that went out of fashion elsewhere with the Raj.
Wonderful food, beverages and 100 channels of current movies, top TV shows and news......all in TIVO on demand configuration so you can pause, speed or repeat.
Did we mention the food? Braised scallops, Korean spiced shortribs, grilled jumbo shrimps, dim sum.....and when you woke up with your internal clock ajar they were thrilled to hand make a foccacio with tuna and grilled vegetables sandwich.
A few pix:
But then, there were the seats. La-Z-Boy eat your heart out. The seats reclined; they extended; they squeezed and cuddled. We not only slept, we dreamed. Never dreamed on a plane before........had nightmares......but never dreamed. See this bad photo of Dickie in his airline bathtub.
Richard inevitably had to climb under the seat to find out how they did it and discovered more technology than a space shuttle launch.
Wonderful flight - when in doubt do fly Singapore Airlines Biz Class. PS - there is a First Class - there the seats are Roman recliners with orgies and the attendants chew your food for you.










































