The plane ride to Colombo was less than desirable. I do like Malaysian Airlines but I gave up my window seat to a young boy who very politely asked. He then spent the next three hours hacking into my ear, moving around in his seat pressing buttons or climbing over me to relieve his tiny bladder. "Please sir may I go to the toilet." little Oliver would say, poking me gently. I thought his grandfather was next to me but he did not know who the child belonged to...