I have a confession to make. I’m one of those bores you see in airport lounges in countries far distant, tasting and making notes on everything that’s on the bar. I draw the line at the offerings in Australian domestic airports: it’s the exotic stuff that gets me when I travel. I also try to taste everything that’s served on the flights, and cabin attendants get a bit tired of me pushing the call button.
Flying into Paris Charles de Gaulle airport from Tokyo on a JAL flight last week, I was shocked to see how few people were on the plane. I estimated the Boeing 787 was only about 20% capacity. It’s many years since I’ve been on an international flight that was so empty. (Great service, though.)