Business class! It's awesome. Lie-flat beds are probably the best way to fly. The woman across the isle from me definitely just slept for the entire fifteen-some-odd hours. And who cares? You get your own little cubicle to do whatever the hell you want with AND a waitstaff that addresses you by name. "Mr. Bahl, would you like another glass of wine?"
Why yes, yes I would.
There was even a little locker for your shoes. Noise-cancelling headphones for the fold-away 15" LCD display, with hundreds of movies at your disposal. Watched War Horse, among other things. I waited the whole movie for the horse to don a machine gun and go Rambo on some Huns, but I found myself deceived by the title. Luckily, I was quickly distracted by this:
YUP, that's a table cloth. And a smoked salmon/avocado mousse thing.
Moral of the story: make an airline that is all business class and world peace will ensue. Now I'm in Hong Kong for a fourteenish hour layover, killing time in the business class lounge. It closes at one and doesn't reopen til five, so I'll have to find some way to get by without all the pampering that this ticket entails for four hours. Until then, free food and booze abound!
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