A blur of plane travel — a long, drawn out, uncomfortable blur. I took my shoe off and my sprained ankle swelled up so much that by Singapore there was no hope of putting a shoe back on. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t get it comfortable. Even under the seat in front, airline hostesses managed to kick it as they served meals. Pointing out my bandaged ankle only seemed to elicit a “sorry” in addition to the kicks, but didn’t stop people tripping over it.