Seat: I was in 47C, which put me next to the aisle. On long flights, I love gazing out the window at the world below so I passed half of the flight at the rear of the plane. From there I caught an incredible view of the great city of Alexandria.
Fellow passengers: A few hundred Spaniards gave the flight some life with their banter.
Their patriotism was equalled by my relief when the arid plains and olive groves came into view.
How full: Completely full. Younger generations of Spaniards rediscovering the world their ancestors once conquered.
Entertainment: They seemed to have the lot. I opted for the simplicity of a Western, The Magnificent Seven. It's not bad.
Service: Top notch. A medical emergency saw the crew swing into action and they were all totally professional, summoning a doctor from among the passengers. The crisis passed and the crook bloke soon looked fine.
Food and drink: I was hungry. After 20 hours in the air, my throat pretty much felt like it'd been blow-torched. Remember to drink plenty of water, people. The breakfast went down well, followed by a Kit Kat.
Toilets: In first-rate condition. I always find it impressive that these things can be well maintained, considering we're 38,000ft in the air. Where does it all go? Doesn't pay to think about it.
Luggage: My luggage in the hold clocked in at 7kg. My brother urged me to pack more - but it's just not necessary! What does he even do with all the crap he carts around? (Ed: Clean undies, change of shirt - you should try it sometime.)
Airport: Spanish Customs have always amused me and I wasn't let down on this journey. Barajas Airport is a no-nonsense, in-and-out place free of the duty-free conmen and coffee stands.
Would I fly again: With the fast transit in Dubai, this would be among the quickest ways to get to Spain. Do it, people.
