Only a 10-hour sprint from the finish line

Refreshed and with full bags, we took to the skies again. In a classic and already tested formation of 2-3, we settled on the tail of the iron bird. There was already a small incident during the first serving, which resulted in the doctor's wet pants and an embarrassed stewardess who clumsily tried to undo the mishap with a napkin between his legs --- without success.

The rest of the journey was largely uneventful.

It is worth mentioning the battlefield that we were able to see under the seats of the other passengers after we did not participate in the fight for first place when disembarking.