after explaining in a perfectly rational and calm manner that we could not wait in a transit lounge with a 10 week old baby for 8 hours to the ground crew (ask paul if you don't believe i can be rational and calm!) they eventually came back to us and told us the transit hotel was full but we were being allowed into the business class lounge.
tttp: pay for the most expensive seats on the plane you can afford. this will mean more room, more luggage allowances, hopefully nicer staff and access to lounges. being not overly endowed with cash we flew economy.
the business lounge did enable us to snaffle a corner and make a quiet place for percy to play and sleep. it also meant the food and drinks were free. which i got to add was not that impressive. having gained entrance to this sanctum i thought it would be a lot flasher. i anticipated beds and private rooms and waiter service and more than one bloody shower in the womens (don't many women travel for business?) compared to five in the mens, and a delectable selection of eaties and slippers and.... maybe i should push for first class next time?
i suppose if you're drinking alcohol you could get very neatly sloshed. anyways, we got to shower (tho we did have to put on the same clothes again) which was very welcome. we drank a lot of juice and ate what looked okay- the dried up sandwiches and dodgy hot food we skipped.
again percy was very well behaved and i don't think we annoyed too many people with her occasional cries. bearing in mind we were in there for 7 hours and most people came and went in under 1.
then back to the terminal for the second leg.
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