Touchdown in Kochi

Emirates Airlines from london gatwick to kochi via dubai. Pretty pleasant in all honesty, even with the diazepam locked accidentally in the hold with our baggage. I managed to get through almost three movies and avoid 7 hours of little bundles of joy screaming at 120db to my left lug hole. Thank you sir richard emirates for putting individual entertainment systems on each seat. Drive - great movie; handsome actor, subtle delivery of lines and plenty of violence. Real steel - wow i cant honestly believe how the producer of this got any budget. It's like robot wars crossed with x factor usa only worse. Simon cowels presence would have improved it. A big year - thoroughly enjoyable to see steve martin on top form and even jack black didnt manage to piss me off. Nice way to end a flight. Nothing interesting to say about the food apart from that it was good. No mustard custard for dessert on this flight sir emirates. A delicate tuna salad and a heartly north indian style lamb curry. Full marks. Dubai airport. Thank god i was desperate for a starbucks and a chanel handbag. Did we honestly land in the middle east or did the pilot circle round the uk for 7 hours and touch down in heathrow? 2nd flight to kochi was pretty full on. Middle of the night but we were served breakfast early and before anyone could sleep. We both had south indian curried eggs with chapati. Eggs that were cooked within an inch of their existence. Either that or they must have accidentally found their way into the hadron collider before being served and turned into miniature neutron stars. Fair to say that meal made for some interesting dreams. In total probably about 5 seconds worth but it felt like a decade sat in that seat contorted and twisted, desperately trying to force myself into some form of subconsciousness whatever that may be. Damn, the diazes made their way straight through with the luggage. Boom! Touchdown in india. Ah this isnt so bad. No hassle leaving the airport, in fact it was difficult to get peoples attention. We managed to find our way onto an airconditioned bus with the indian tiff needell behind the wheel. Very easy and a lot of fun to get into central kochi. A caucophany of car horns and streams of yellow and black tut tuts flying past us like wheel bound wasps after 10 espressos. To my left i saw an open expanse of dirty water in which a old lady was doing her best impression of a dolphin scooping up whatever critters may be lurking on the muddy bottom. This place cant fail to put a smile on your face. We got to fort cochin in one piece and were fortunately dropped off by the bus right outside our digs. We must have looked a right state dropping off that final step, ice white, dripping with sweat and gazing around in a mixture of hope and frustration to find our b&b. But there it was! Right acroas the street in all its glory, a lovely little abode with super friendly owners, a cool inviting atrium and clean rooms. Phew we're here in one piece and its time for sleep, egg dreams optional.