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Monday, September 16th, 2019 11:50 am
 I got to the airport fairly early but was able to drop my bag off straight away. I reported that I had a crochet hook, Tunisian, in my hand luggage and that caused a bit of concern so I shoved it in the checked bag to be on the safe side.

The flight from Per to Sin was uneventful - I had asked for an aisle seat but was given the window.

Lots of time to kill in Sin so I wandered up and down, had a croissant, and decided to try my luck with getting an upgrade. I asked the nice lady at the Finnair desk what my chances were and how much, expecting it to be in the several thousands of dollars (I had assumed that tickets for a single leg are pricier than a package deal). When she said, "1200 Singapore dollars", I said, "I"ll take it!".

She then said that she would have to check if there were any spare seats. There was. And so that's how I got to fly business class for the first time in all my years of flying.

It really is another world, and it's not just having a bed that lies flat (the bottom bit of the seat slides forward and the back slides down to meet it), it's the personal service and choices. I know this sounds snobby, but when you are stuck in a tin can with hundreds of other people you can't get away from, it really is nice.

The bed wasn't all that comfortable and a bit narrow but I won't complain. I had forgotten to pack my sleeping pill and the CPAP battery went flat so I didn't sleep as well as I could have.

So, I plan to see if I can do the same thing going home. I worked out that it costs around 3000 dollars less to do it this way than buying a business class ticket.

We got into Hel at 6:00, it was cloudy and 7C. Passport Control was interesting - the officer asked me how long I was staying, where I was going and was I by myself. Maybe he was surprised that someone of my advanced years was doing all that promoting around on her own . Chinese visitors get a much harder time of it - they have to have a fingerprint scan and show proof of their flight home.

Caught the Finnair bus to the railway station, walked uphill to my hotel, threw myself into the shower, walked to the Stockman department store supermarket for supplies, and called into Hesburger for lunch. Just for Leece and Rob.