It was a pretty unremarkable 7 hours back to London. The food was better in that it was edible and there were two full meals. Cast your mind back (or scroll down if you prefer) what seems like 100 years ago to the pic of three sad looking meatballs in a gloopy red sauce. Definitely not a good introduction to Ethiopian cuisine. This time around I was treated to a delicious fish in butter sauce, crackers, bread roll (with good butter!) awful chocolate mousse thing (why do Gate Gourmet insist on serving those?) cranberry snack bar thing and a beef steak with mash and the obligatory soggy carrots.
The flight passed pretty quickly with Mrs Doubtfire, a docu on food in New Delhi, half a boring Australian film about an Indian kid who gets adopted (true story apparently) and roughly ten minutes of the Garfield Movie (ten minutes of my life completely shattered)
So will I be back?
But right now I'm looking forward to a pizza that comes with CHEESE and doesn't appear alongside a platter of injera.