Chinaman. You are right on all scores … except the grandeur. The tech stops involved being bussed to un-air-conditioned wooden huts where the ceiling fans didn’t work and there being confined for the hour it took to re-fuel. Refreshment was a sort of uncooled sherbert drink (lemon or orange – both tasted the same) and queuing for the only loo. Ah, the romance of it all. Still, one was younger then and, as PG Wodehouse once said, could “… take a few roughs with the smooth”.
The aircrew were nice though. Probably well-managed.