No Man's Land

It's like that game you play on the pavement as kids: "Don't step on the crack or you´ll break your back". Except here it is bodies strewn across the floor of the passenger lounge. It looks like the aftermath of some fiercesome battle. But you treat them like landmines. Touch one and it may explode.

But you do, and they don't. Just a groan or murmur, for they are sound asleep. That teenage sleep from which it would take the blast of a landmine to wake them.

This is when you appreciate teenagers' nocturnal habits. They play late and sleep late. Plus these are French so they know how to play. It means that at 7am you now have the bathroom to yourself. A quick wash and then off to the cafeteria before the land mines start to explode.