13 hours of elbow in my hip.

The 13-hour flight was the worst I've had this far. Aisle seat with no leg room as there was a box of electronics there, full plane so seat change impossible, guy in front who kept his seat reclined fully even though he was leaning forwards himself, guy next to me who kept pushing his elbows into my hips (one stage even lifting his whole bodyweight by his elbows rammed into my hip and into his wife on the otherside!), waking up several times to make room for people to walk and to go to toilet, food that was not good at all... and still I slept over eight hours, watched a nice film and didn't get bored.

Sounds like hard times, 13 hours of crampedness, but actually who cares - I'm still on a holiday! I've started noticing that I go through journeys where I'm hot, I'm unconfortable, I'm hangover... and I do not care anymore. It is the necessary evil of getting to places, and I can always sleep as I'm the master of sleeping skillz! Maybe I would mind that flight if it was a business flight and I had to do something important today, but today has been hanging about, eating all the delicious European foods from my boyfriend's mum's fridge and watching youtube. I have been doing laundry and cold-treating my belongings too, to kill potential bugs from SE Asia. Somehow the flights were booked so that my boyfriend was not there to greet me, but instead will arrive back home in a couple of hours... counting minutes now!