Since each dish complements the other so well, I go for the tried and tested combination of rice, smoky meatballs, cauliflower dhansak, fishcake, and parmentier potatoes. It’s actually really very nice I’ll have you know.
Being less hungry than me, Helen goes to fetch a couple glasses of champagne and I’m in wrestling meme mode instantly, courtesy of Chris Jericho recently “popularising” the phrase “A little bit o’the bubbly”. I repeat this phrase at regular intervals for the next few hours, unwisely.
Once we’ve finished eating we go sit in the dedicated champagne-y bit, walking past a whole bunch of dinky warm pies. Pies! We didn’t know about pies! Accordingly, pie is had as well as more o’the bubbly, and before long I’m already really quite drunk.
Our gate is announced as C61, pretty much the furthest gate in the furthest satellite. The monorail is prompt and quick, but even so by the time we reach the gate all the monitors are saying “CLOSING”. Uh-oh! But we sneak past the remaining queue into the Group 1 bit and are shown to 7A/B. I mean, “shown to” is a bit much: we’re told to turn left, and they’re the first seats we come to.
This flight, BA33 London to Kuala Lumpur, is a Boeing 787-900. I’ve flown the 787 numerous times with Qatar Airways but this is the first time in BA’s business class on this bird. First impressions are pretty good for both of us, and being a bit merry we have way too much fun playing with the divider between the seats – which are themselves a bit narrow, but with plenty of legroom. The cabin is full meaning the woman in 6A might need to jump over my legs if she wants to get out, but in 7A Helen need neither jump nor be jumped over. That’s the only real benefit here, since with a 9.10pm takeoff having a window is no use.
There’s a big sealed bag with a blanket and mattress-y thing in it, but no amenity kit. In fact, no amenity kits are passed out at any point in the flight - and the loo doesn’t have toothbrushes or razors or whatever. Other airlines have all of this stuff and more (e.g. pyjamas). C’mon BA, what’s happened to you?
Anyway, pre-flight champagne arrives and we’re still feeling pretty smug while consulting the food menu.
As it happens, both of us pre-ordered our main meal so the menu doesn’t mean much. But it’s quite fancy and makes things sound appetising. We’re also given a little card to fill out regarding whether we want breakfast or not 90 minutes before landing, and if so what to drink with it.
For main, I had this pasta thing. It tasted decent, for a pasta thing. Hard to get it wrong really. Truth told, I don’t remember much of it as I was busy at the time commiserating Helen: she’d pre-ordered a beef dish and it was inedible tough and rubbish. The lady across the aisle from me seemed to come to the same conclusion. Terrible, worst-ever main onboard. Woe!
A dessert of cheese and biscuits and stuff came and went in short order. No port though.
Quite a nice view from the smoking area, tbh. Tell you what though, a bit warm innit? Forecast says it won’t drop below 23ºc at any time of day or night the whole time we’re in Malaysia.
Back down and on the train, which is mostly empty and takes (we are told, repeatedly) 28 minutes to reach KL Sentral. I can’t vividly recall my way around from my only previous visit back in 2019, I just know that I found everything so damn easy.
And so it happens again. We come out of the KLIA Ekspres into the main concourse and spot a sign to our hotel - we’re staying at one of the 3 which are almost part of the station itself. Reaching ours, the Aloft, is moderately confusing but not in an almost-getting-lost way, rather a why-design-it-like-this way.