This thread reminded me of "Why Do the Wrong People Travel":
"What compulsion compels them and who the hell tells them? To drag their butts to Zanzibar, instead of staying quietly in Omaha?"
"What explains this mass mania to leave Pennsylvania, and clack around like flocks of geese, demanding dry martinis on the Isles of Greece."
That being said, a flight from Denmark to the Philippines is roughly a 24-hour flight, which would kill most people, but I'm a champ when it comes to flying. Rudeness aside from wary personnel, I only awaken when meal time rolls around.