It's easy to get lost in complaints about visas, and airports, and jetlag, but there's no denying that being an F1 journalist is about as good as life gets.
If you're into that sort of thing, of course.If you hate race cars, it's probably as bad as life gets.
But I digress.
It's an overcast Tuesday afternoon in London, and I am comfortably ensconced in the airport lounge in Heathrow, being brought welsh rarebit, glasses of a semi-decent Shiraz, and endless slices of lemon drizzle cake.
Airport lounges are amazing. I never got it until I'd been in one, but now my PriorityPass (an excellent Christmas present for the jet-setters in your life) is one of my most treasured possessions.
Sure, lounges don't prevent you from the hassle that is airport security. But they do insulate you from the chaos of everyday travellers - business people and tourists have very different agendas, and it's nice not having a drunken hen or stag party within earshot while I try to get some work done.
And this airport lounge is pretty amazing. There's a bistro, a bar, a cinema, library, games room, a health spa, and bedrooms you can book by the hour if you're flying with your pet prostitute. Or, you know, if you need a nap between flights or something. BORING.
After a summer of battling with easyJet and Ryanair for the European races, it's also a real treat to be back in the arms of Emirates, the only airline to fly if you value the little things, like treatment befitting human beings.
This week got off to a nightmare start when I discovered that the Indian embassy would not be returning my passport in time for my flight to Singapore, despite their earlier promises that the visa would not be a problem.
For a while, I was concerned I might not make it to Singapore at all. But the Indians eventually released my passport from the bowels of their visa processing centre. Unfortunately, not with enough time to spare to make my original flight.
Luckily, I was flying on Emirates. When I called the booking office and explained my predicament, they rebooked me onto a later flight at no extra cost, and managed to ensure that I was arriving in Singapore on the same day as originally scheduled.
You don't get customer service like that anywhere else. Quality costs, but with Emirates it also pays dividends.
If you're into that sort of thing, of course.If you hate race cars, it's probably as bad as life gets.
But I digress.
It's an overcast Tuesday afternoon in London, and I am comfortably ensconced in the airport lounge in Heathrow, being brought welsh rarebit, glasses of a semi-decent Shiraz, and endless slices of lemon drizzle cake.
Airport lounges are amazing. I never got it until I'd been in one, but now my PriorityPass (an excellent Christmas present for the jet-setters in your life) is one of my most treasured possessions.
Sure, lounges don't prevent you from the hassle that is airport security. But they do insulate you from the chaos of everyday travellers - business people and tourists have very different agendas, and it's nice not having a drunken hen or stag party within earshot while I try to get some work done.
And this airport lounge is pretty amazing. There's a bistro, a bar, a cinema, library, games room, a health spa, and bedrooms you can book by the hour if you're flying with your pet prostitute. Or, you know, if you need a nap between flights or something. BORING.
After a summer of battling with easyJet and Ryanair for the European races, it's also a real treat to be back in the arms of Emirates, the only airline to fly if you value the little things, like treatment befitting human beings.
This week got off to a nightmare start when I discovered that the Indian embassy would not be returning my passport in time for my flight to Singapore, despite their earlier promises that the visa would not be a problem.
For a while, I was concerned I might not make it to Singapore at all. But the Indians eventually released my passport from the bowels of their visa processing centre. Unfortunately, not with enough time to spare to make my original flight.
Luckily, I was flying on Emirates. When I called the booking office and explained my predicament, they rebooked me onto a later flight at no extra cost, and managed to ensure that I was arriving in Singapore on the same day as originally scheduled.
You don't get customer service like that anywhere else. Quality costs, but with Emirates it also pays dividends.
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