I drifted in and out of sleep however the Devil Spawn were restless (aka loud) and I believe they were thinking "if we can't sleep then neither do the rest of you... So there!" It seemed to take forever to reach Japan as we flew along the northwest Pacific (Kuril-Kamchatka Trench). My piriformis & glute muscles, I suspected, had disowned me because I certainly couldn't feel any sensation there any more. Are we there yet?
The second meal was, at least for me, very tasty. More veggies and what appeared to be couscous patties. My row neighbour seemed to have misheard the stewardess, what he thought was "corn" turned out to be seafood congee. He had to ask me what on earth it was he was eating. There was a snack at some point too, admittedly it's all a blur, which for me were some rather tasty cucumber & tomato sandwiches.
For the final hour of the flight one poor kid cried.... for the entire hour. He was not a happy camper at all and seemed to be in pain judging from the "owww it hurts". Trust me, I know how you feel kid. Are we there yet?
The first thing I noticed about Pudong was how it smelt. There were smoking areas but no real attempt was made at keeping that smell from the rest of the terminal. It was very spacious & roomy with lots of light and windows, may be in a feeble attempt to make you forget about all that secondhand smoke you're going to spend your time in transit inhaling? But for an airport this size (or at least terminal 1), the shopping options and eateries are ridiculously limited and overpriced. A bottle of water at Coffee & Cates cost me over $6!?! Still they helped me out with the "harder than it needs to be" set up of the 'free' wifi by giving me the login & pass code saving me the rigmarole of registering for it via SMS (and thus incurring roaming fees) so I guess it evens out. The wifi was a tad sporadic and I reckon any social media sites that suddenly were not working was more than just coincidence.....
Yes it had been an incredibly long day, I was 15 hours ahead of the time I'm used to and the day was still not over. I was running on jet engine fumes I think, or may be second hand nicotine.
Are we there yet?