First class to Beijing

Previously back in New Zealand, I used to buy my underware from the local supermarket, which I always felt was adequate for my needs.

However, since a visit to Phnom Penh's 'Russian Market' in Cambodia (Russians shopped there during the 1980's), for the grand price of about $5, I now exclusively wear D&G, Calvin Klein, Armani and Louis Vuitton.

Whether the man on the xray machine whispered this to the booking clerk who did the seat assignments, or whether it was the lack of smell in my ice breaker t-shirt I'd been sweating in for a week, or for whatever reason, I was bumped up to First Class on my journey from Bangkok to Beijing.

 As I lay back in the almost fully reclining seats (my feet could not touch the seat in front even at a stretch) and I drank the first class coffee and ate the first class food, I reflected on the fact that sometimes life can turn out very good indeed.

Then, with every high, there always seems a low, and accordingly I got robbed blind at Beijing airport, as I was charged 50RMB (about $10 NZ) for using the internet for 20 minutes. Apparently these are normal Beijing Airport prices. I hope the rest of Beijing will not be the same.