Flying in Style

I'm probably luckier than most but i've had the odd situation where I've been upgraded from coach to business class on short and long haul flights.  The last time it happened, my mom cried to Delta because one of my Christmas flights stateside was cancelled due to an inch of snow at Heathrow.  It's plush--champagne on arrival, lie down seats, a real duvet.   It's the way to fly; it also really spoils you.

So I toyed with the idea of paying for business class upgrades on our way home from Vietnam.  After two action-packed weeks on various coaches, bikes and flights, all we wanted was a hassle free 16-hour journey where we could fall blissfully to sleep.  In the end, my practical side won out and we boarded onto our comfortable but not spacious seats on the flight from Ho Chi Minh to Dubai.  8 hours and a run across the terminal later, we checked in to our next flight.  Only the flight attendant took one look at my ticket, ripped it up and issued me a new one in row 3.  Paul was beside himself until the flight attendant issued him one next to me.  The girls behind us were not so fortunate--they'd booked their tickets separately and only one friend got the upgrade.

coach

 

free business class upgrade 

And okay, we were a bit more than enthusiastic--we had our country folk gone to the city moment(s).

Paul commenced sleeping in the zzzz position almost immediately as I enjoyed my glass of Moet with my noise canceling headphones.  I enjoyed my not-plastic cutlery.  I slept and watched films intermittently. And the flight attendants were nice to us, nice. Really, really nice.  

Upon our arrival into London eight hours later, Paul finally woke up and we stumbled off the plane and back into reality.  It was a charming end to a fabulous holiday.  Vietnam part two coming one day!