Following a leisurely breakfast, it was into a car and off to Kingsford and Qantas's T3 domestic terminal just as the heavens opened. It's a rather sweet little terminal, very clean and tidy, relatively easy check in even though the self check in kiosk spat me out and I had to join a long but fastish bag drop queue to see an agent. Security was a breeze, no shoe circus (Heathrow and BAA please get on to this), a security agent who smiled (YES I said SMILED!) at me and said hello and then into the terminal. Quick stop for a glass of Cloudy Bay sauvignon blanc served by a very smiley waiter and to the gate area. Now rueing the fact that I missed one last AA domestic flight in the US which, if I had taken it, I would have been BA Silver and therefore OW Emerald and able to use the Qantas lounge ... never mind, it wasn't a long wait even though the flight was delayed 30 minutes or so.
And on we board, lots of people at the gate area which surprised me, online check in showed a half empty flight ... sat down in ... drum roll ... economy (WTF!. I haven't flown in coach / economy / as SLF for years, what the heck who made this basic error? Well, me actually, not checking what the corporate travel office had done to me then reasoning on check in that it's only 70 minutes and I could survive. So, I sit down, noticing the leg room is, well, very short, that the armrest doesn't fit my forearm let alone the lady next to me, there's a box thingy under the seat in front (IFE anyone?) and all sorts of things that are somewhat limiting ... I look around and notice how new and shiny things look. On check-in this was a 767 and I thought, those overheads are all very new and the seats have IFE, doh! it's a 330-200, and it proceeds to get chocka. I did notice the Qantas lie flat seats in business, enviously ...
We depart, it's a long way to the end of 34R for a northerly take off at SYD, I thought we'd driven to Melbourne by the time we did and what a smooth and powerful take off and climb these 330s deliver too! Cabin crew didn't seem to mind earphones on during take off I noticed, as lots of other people had them. Must try that on landing me thinks ...
Well it's a weird place to be over the wing isn't it? One of the joys of turning left is always being in front of the engines and getting the smoother ride. Nor do you get any champagne ... heck I'm not doing this again (mind you, you don't get champagne on VS one or two hours into a flight anymore [:w]). That said, the FAs do a full cart service of drinks and snacks. I had a mango juice and cookies, but there were proper drinks on offer too. Read my book, played the iPod and stared out of the window at the Australian country passing by.
Since the plane had IFE I decided to have a go and see if there was anything on, expecting for such a short flight that there wouldn't be. But all the channels were actually on, no one else seemed to have noticed so I played a few snippets of stuff (very extensive options, better in a short look than VPort) then settle on the flight map which stayed on as we landed.
The flight being only 70 minutes long, the plane's nose soon heads downwards and we descend from FL38 toward Melbourne. I left my headphones on as a test, but about five minutes before landing I knew that it was stupid, could I hear an announcement, no, would I hear an emergency, no - so off they came and experiment over. It's a good thing not to wear headphones during take off and landing kids!
At both ends of the flight there were two jet bridges, pity VS can't always manage this. The crew were lovely and chatty and polite, the plane incredibly smart and I thought, hmmm domestic on QF ain't so bad. Even in the cheap seats although I am not doing this again in a hurry!
RobL where are you, I need help! My firm recommended the Windsor Hotel in Melbourne. I hate it! (Is that too mild, no I loathe it.) Reminds me of my fusty grandmother's house, I need something newer, fresher, modern, luxe ... any recommendations please, anyone out there, help me!
There's a plane at JFK, to fly you back from far away
all those dark and frantic transatlantic miles
all those dark and frantic transatlantic miles