The Air India flight the dreamliner carries almost 500 people and its the great Indian Piazza.

I hate to be dismissive but they are generally boorish, talk loudly and are distinguished by their slovenly persona.

I hate to grant this albeit grudgingly but the Occident is more disciplined, clean, punctual. En route to Florence i panicked big time. Our guide moved at a leisurely pace. We met at 8.40 for a train at 8.50. I voiced my apprehensions about missing the bus. She smiled sweetly and we were on time. Unfailingly. Everytime. Everywhere.

The train was supposed to arrive at a classic 11.09 a.m. it did! Life is better organised even though somewhat predictible but nothing is a touch and go as we have our systems back home. Its always a struggle and a race against everything. Consequently we are inherently suspicious of anything that works. Public facilities are clean and everyone follows rules.

Back to the dreamliner. Messy, unkempt demeanour. Vomit, food, stuff strewn about. The bathrooms reveal the character of the population using them. They were filthy, basins overflowing and dirty liquid (could be anything) on the floor. Nauseating!

As a consequence on the overnight flight I roused myself and went in the wee-er hours before the hordes reached for their morning ablutions!