The Embraer 145 had just left the hot tarmac of Sabiha Gökçen and we were admiring the Bosphorus over a glass of Krug. It was one of those days. But rather than put the finishing touches on the weekly column, we decided that it was time to move on.
Looking back, it had been a smooth 30 000 ft ride. The Independent thought that we lampooned TB. New York Times wrote that we “aped his global galavantings”. In an interview in Portfolio, the man himself described us as simply “odd”. That’s what you get for flying Lufthansa instead of JAL on pan-asian routes.
So that was it for this time. Our glasses of Krug were beginning to look worryingly empty (the inflight glassware on this beauty is awfully small). We’ll see you all in the Frankfurt lounge, waiting for the Cayenne to pick us up to our next destination. Thanks.
Thanks BTB, in turn we wish you a wonderful new year of smooth transcontinental connections, intriguingly located boutique hotels and comfortable handmade italian loafers! If you make it to the Albergo in February, look for us poolside!
Sorry to see you go, chaps. I shall light a Monocle(tm) Hinoki candle in your honour.