I remember my first very long-haul flight by myself from Paris to Hong Kong – and back, only about 3 days later. On the way over, I found a beautiful four-across row, the stuff of dreams, upon which to lie
I remember my first very long-haul flight by myself from Paris to Hong Kong – and back, only about 3 days later. On the way over, I found a beautiful four-across row, the stuff of dreams, upon which to lie