We made it.

One day we're in London,


you just hop on a plane, and in 5 hours we were standing in Red Square.


It’s 6.00 am right now and 2 am in London….so we had just a few hours sleep last night.

OK, so I’m going to bag British Airways, the plane was old and dirty, the food was terrible and I’m whinging…

The hostie plonked a fish dinner down in front of me… “No fish thank you” I said. (I don’t eat fish that has been stewing on a plane for two hours…)

“We don’t have a choice” she said as if I was a school girl, “if you can’t eat what we give you you should ask for a special menu”

What….. !!!!!!

I just put my earphones in again and continued with my work…and  shook my head.
1000’s of flights under my belt and one always has some sort of a choice for a meal. My thoughts were less than positive.

Half an hour later she came with a dried up pasta dish….. and decided to give me a lecture on plane food etiquette…. how to order a special menu on British Airways….

I sort of rolled my eyes….

When we arrived in Moscow… we had to wait for an official to come and put a blue gun to our temples to check our temperature for swine flu….. she skipped me, but Keith says she crept up on me. I missed it all.

Our Russian Son Sergie and his wife Vera  were waiting for us when we got through customs and we got to get our first view of Moscow.


Leave a Reply