Flying. A small monkey's guide!!!!!!!

December 2013.

Well……….my first blog from over the seas! Greetings readers and 'ello lovely ladies, Edward Lovemonkey esq reporting to you from the other side of the world. T'is hot, very hot and a sweaty monkey is not a pleasant thing (I get hot feets very easily, bit like Dad at night!).

Never been to an airport before, Heathrow is like Exeter but bigger. We had to give some of our bags to a nice lady to look after… Mum's bag had to have a ticket saying it was 'Heavy', must be where she put all her shoes! We then had our last fry up, before going to another blokey who has going to open our other bags. Dad has a bionic knee, it was ever so funny because it set an alarm off and Dad had to take his belt and shoes off!!!!! Good job he wasn't wearing his stinky trainers!!!! Once we had been let go, we saw lots of shops where you could buy 'cheap' stuff! Blimey O' Reilly, cheap, CHEAP, NEVER!!!!! £100 for a bottle of smelly stuff, £1000 for a dress that's not cheap!

Flying is something that I am very very worried about. T'is like National Express but up in the sky, although I did meet some smashing ladies who brought me drinkies, snacks and nibbles! Taking off and landing required quite a lot of buttock clenching on my part. Monkey's are relaxed and slow moving (well according to my Uncle Silas!) non of this fast moving, chest crushing, hairstyle ruining speed! I did enjoy seeing the Middle East at night, Dad say's we flew near Bagdad…I saw lots of pretty lights despite Dad saying that bad things had happened there. As a lovemonkey I didn't understand what he was saying!

We had a super television thingy built into the seat, I played racing games with Dad, we watched Star Trek which was very good, tried to watch the Loan Ranger, which Dad turned off saying it was pants and the best bit is that it let us watch the sky from the plane camera. I like this a lot! the tellythingyabebob also let us see where the plane was in the sky on a map. Dad kept changing his watch as our time zones changed (Dad Dad Daddy what's time Zone?????).

Because our flying coach was an hour late (Bit like Devon but they are usually a day late) we arrived at Abu dabi and only had about 50 minutes before we had to jump on another flying coach. My poor bottom, I had to sit for 6 1/2 hours, get up run the full length of the airport ( I only have little legs, not like Uncle Silas who is now a Silverback!) queue up, Dad had to take his watch off (good job he left his Rolex at home) put it into his hand luggage with his wallet and walk through another metal detector thingy. Then we boarded our plane and I had to sit for 8 hours this time! OOOOWWWWWWWWW my aching bottom and monkey end (that's me tail dear readers!!!) T'was ok in the end because lots of nice ladies gave me very strange food to eat and lots of water!

Anyhow…my writing this blog shows that our coach didn't fall out of the sky and on Friday afternoon we arrived in Manila!

Stay tuned!!!!