The Flight...SIN-LHR
I like all things French.....apart from the French, so I was filled with foreboding when I entered “Emerald City” to be greeted by a French flight attendant. My distaste for the French is founded upon, well.....very little really, it is innate though. The hundred years war was just not long enough, but once again I digress. (I'll probably be the first to have a post in his own trip report moved for being off topic!)
The SIN-LHR flight was always going to be a big let down after the taste of the F suite on MEL-SIN. As I found my way to 12E I noticed a couple of people looking over to the J & K seats. The name Richard Wilkins
:?: was whispered. I have no idea who Richard Wilkins is so I focussed on my flight preparation.
iPad - check
Bose headphones - check
iPod - check
Sellotape - check
Minox NVD mini night vision device - err, err, check ?????
My first trip in “Emerald City” highlighted a couple of “housekeeping” issues. Firstly the overhead storage bins. If you have a rollaboard it really is best to try and get space in the bins over the E and F seats, they are quite a bit bigger. Secondly when the Skybed Mk II is fully extended it almost touches the seat in front, so if you are in a window seat there is an element of climbing over the person in the aisle. (I presume it is the same for all of J) It is not a huge problem but one will require a small degree of dexterity.
QF31 was more than an hour late getting out of Singapore, so it was about 5 AM Melbourne time when dinner was served. I politely declined, but did wonder if a red wine might serve as a nightcap. “Hancock” I said to myself, “show a little moral fibre.” So I did and settled for a gin and tonic instead. (There is only a little bit of alcohol, in fact hardly any with all that tonic water.)
I sellotaped my iPad to the pop out TV screen and settled into an episode of Top Gear. (Makes mental note to find out a bit more about Amber Heard, she would be more than welcome to drive my slightly overpriced car.)
By the time I finished my G & T I was tired, and drifted in and out of an uncomfortable sleep (stupor) for about three hours. I think the scrumptious cheese platter from MEL-SIN flight was beginning to have an impact as my dreams veered towards the bizarre. (How did the French CSA get that crossbow on board and why is he dressed like Napoleon? Freud would have a field day.
:shock:)
Normally I get six or seven hours sleep on the SIN-LHR leg, but not this time. I just could not get comfortable. I was wide awake with 7 hours to arrival. Stone me, what a life!
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. I’m sitting in a J seat in “Emerald City” and this journey is still torture. The situation had worsened because I had to drive when I reached LHR. I couldn’t even have four or five single malts as a mild sedative.
:shock:
“Would it were day” I found myself saying in a bid to quote whole passages from Shakespeare’s Henry V. I had not forgotten the French connection on this flight. I fear I may have misjudged our French FA though. He proved most agreeable in delivering freshly brewed tea.
Time was flying now, only 6 hours and 45 minutes to go. I had managed to eat up 15 minutes by having a cup of tea and in my wholly unsuccessful attempts to quote the bard.
Why was everyone else asleep?
I sighed a sigh of desperation. There really is no pleasure in long haul travel, just varying degrees of comfort. I’m pretty lucky on this flight, I am at least reasonably comfortable.
:-|
More dozing, some music, and an episode of Lark Rise to Candleford later and it is four hours to go.
What is this I see? Movement in the galley? Breakfast preparations underway.
Three hours to go and breakfast is served. I’m not a huge fan of airline breakfasts, but this one was OK. Smoked Salmon, scrambled eggs on toast, some sort of relish, and spinach. Toast and Vegemite, and orange juice and tea. I remembered to take a photo half way through.
Two hours thirty minutes to go!
Will this flight ever end? Will this post ever end?
More TV on the iPad, more music on the iPod and we are on the final descent. We have made a bit of time up too. Only half an hour late.
Quite literally as the wheels are going to touch the ground there is a shout of “brace yourself” from an FA. I turn around to see a man attempting to enter the toilet. Bizarre!
The aerobridges are in place quickly and the disembarkation is quite efficient.
.....the arrival follows....