Coming back from the states once, we got taken out by one of the guys we were working with to an Italian restuarant in Atlanta, as a thank you meal. We then drove to the airport and had plenty of time to spare so being business class, had a few free drinks in the business class lounge.
The guy I was with started feeling ill despite having four whiskies to settle his stomach and while we were walking to the plane, so did I. I reckon it was the dodgy meat in the pasta we had which tasted a bit weird.
As soon as we took off, the in flight toilet dodgems began. I reckon we each visited that toilet about ten times in the 12 hour flight. And that’s not including the horrendous farts we were both doing near enough continuously.
The stench floating around business class was awful. 😉