Day 2, Somewhere over the Java Sea (SGT)

Malaysian beef, beer and tea.

The plane's silent as people concentrate on the task in hand. We sit in the shade of the window blinds, the sun seemingly brighter today. The air con now roars, blowing icy air straight at my cracking lips.

Day 1, Manchester Airport (GMT)

Just boarded a large plain sporting a bulbous nose. The air-conditioning is blowing a monotonous low hum but not seeming to take effect on the stuffy warm environment. I can smell food, the kitchen's spitting distance and its making me hungry. The small screen mounted to the back of the seat in fron is playing a rolling shot of assorted scenery looping over. And over.