I’ll admit it; when I flew business class with bmi with bmi I was like an excitable school girl. I felt like I should have been doing my best to remain cool, calm and composed and blend in with the sleek and stylish travellers that surrounded me but I was far too excited for that kind of sophistication.
Yes, I was the person taking photos in the platinum lounge and scoffing my face with tasty treats like like I hadn’t been fed all week. I was the one who ‘ooo’d’ and ‘arrr’d’ on the massage chairs as I watched the planes take off and I was that person who got drunk on champagne at 10am.
I generally don’t mind flying and find that the excitement of going somewhere new outweighs the squished in conditions, long queues and the boredom of a flight. But travelling business class elevated it from bearable to downright bloody amazing.
Being able to stretch out and sit comfortably, eat some delicious food and take the time to relax and unwind before and after a holiday is simply the best. You arrive feeling refreshed rather than harassed and, as a blogger, I had plenty of space to catch up on some much needed work.
We whizzed through the check-in desk at Heathrow in a matter of minutes and made our way through the crowds towards the diamond lounge where we were greeted with broad smiles, fresh coffee and the kind of tranquillity I didn’t know was possible in an airport.
After settling into a plush sofa overlooking the runway we tucked into a breakfast feast of mini bacon baps, warm pastries and fresh fruit before sitting back to watch the planes take off and imagine the exotic destinations people were travelling to.
I was almost disappointed to leave the lounge and board the plane but I soon forgot my disappointment when I was stretched out with a glass of champagne, a fleecy blanket and some of the friendliest cabin crew I’ve ever come across.
The on-board chef welcomed us onto the flight, recommending the Merlot and taking our order for the three course meal. I opted for a muesli compote followed by a warm salmon and potato hash and finished up with a banoffee pie. On the return journey I indulged in smoked beef, fillet steak and a selection of individual cheesecakes.
The 4 hour flight to Moscow literally flew by and, fuelled by champagne and our inflight feast, we were more than ready to tackle the sights and sounds of Moscow.
This flight was courtesy of bmi (thanks guys) but I now have a little problem…I never, ever, want to fly cattle class again!