Hans Atlantic.

It would have been lovely, had we been newly wed.

But, since we weren't it was fucking unbearable.

Mr. youngish, 6'6" German dude in the aisle seat (to my middle), with a loud hacking cough, a bit of dandruff and the excrutiating ability to be touching me somewhere on my body at all times during our 12 hours together was truly, madly, deeply annoying.

He did laugh at The Incredibles though, so there's hope.

(Tips for young players? You can check in 24 hours ahead online so you don't end up Switzerland.)