ellen10
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My first flight was a solo flight at age 19 in 1977 to the UK on Qantas. It cost me $1300 and that took a lot of scrimping and saving. I even did some pamphlet letter box deliveries to raise some extra spending money.
I loved the whole experience, from deciding on my flying outfit, to enjoying being served the meals and snacks and drinks, the opportunity to watch a new release film on those drop down screens and chatting to my fellow seat companions. I still have my Qantas deck of cards that they gave me.
On that flight our stops were Kuala Lumpur, Bahrain, Amsterdam and then finally London.
My first black cab taxi ride from the airport to my hotel in Earls Court, isn't that where all the young Aussies stayed? (it cost me a fortune).
There was a chain of restaurants called "The Pot", "The New Pot" and "The Curry Pot" the specials of the day cost 90p.
Driving around the UK with my new found friends and staying at B&Bs (4 or 5 pounds a night) or cheap pubs.
Travelling around Europe and having a bag full of change because every time we crossed a border we had to change our American Express travellers cheques into a different currency.
Writing postcards and aerograms home and I once rang reverse charges home from a phone box.
Coming home with 20 rolls of film to develop, which cost me a fortune and half of the photos got binned!
They were wonderful memories and it was the beginning of a life long love of travel. Sometimes some friends and I would just go to Sydney airport to watch the planes and people watch. And of course if someone was going on a holiday overseas we all loved to go to the airport to see them off!
I loved the whole experience, from deciding on my flying outfit, to enjoying being served the meals and snacks and drinks, the opportunity to watch a new release film on those drop down screens and chatting to my fellow seat companions. I still have my Qantas deck of cards that they gave me.
On that flight our stops were Kuala Lumpur, Bahrain, Amsterdam and then finally London.
My first black cab taxi ride from the airport to my hotel in Earls Court, isn't that where all the young Aussies stayed? (it cost me a fortune).
There was a chain of restaurants called "The Pot", "The New Pot" and "The Curry Pot" the specials of the day cost 90p.
Driving around the UK with my new found friends and staying at B&Bs (4 or 5 pounds a night) or cheap pubs.
Travelling around Europe and having a bag full of change because every time we crossed a border we had to change our American Express travellers cheques into a different currency.
Writing postcards and aerograms home and I once rang reverse charges home from a phone box.
Coming home with 20 rolls of film to develop, which cost me a fortune and half of the photos got binned!
They were wonderful memories and it was the beginning of a life long love of travel. Sometimes some friends and I would just go to Sydney airport to watch the planes and people watch. And of course if someone was going on a holiday overseas we all loved to go to the airport to see them off!