Alanslegal
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I wish I had experienced the whole Asiana Airlines First Class experience in a more different travel situation. You see, after travelling for 28 hours since departing my home in Sydney and still making my way to the unexpectedly cold winters of Europe, I was getting a bit tired, a bit bored, maybe a bit too full with good food and good drink but maybe more importantly just wishing I had gone to Europe the conventional way, the quickest way.
The Asiana experience was the third of four continuous sectors being flown, being Sydney-Bangkok-Seoul-Frankfurt-Amsterdam, and after enjoying too much hospitality and not enough rest in the last 28 hours, I think I needed a good night’s sleep.
Having received my Asiana boarding pass some 27 hours ago I arrived at their First Lounge only to be slightly disappointed that my quest to find a nice lounge chair to rest my weary body would have to be delayed by 45 minutes, the sign on the glass doors clearing indicating the opening time of 08:00. Nothing else in the terminal appeared open or at least were preparing to open so I found a convenient spot adjacent to the lounge entrance and set up camp, discreetly enough I hope.
At 08:00 Asiana First Lounge switched to life. I packed up my possessions and commenced that final 70 or so metre walk to the lounge and that is when I noticed him. The intently looking man appeared to be 40 years of age, short dark brown hair being parted heavily to one side, he was wearing a blue collared shirt and darker blue jeans. One hand held what appeared to be a boarding pass and passport, whilst the other hand was dragging along his black coloured roll-on luggage. In that moment I sensed his brisk movement as he overtook me, straight into the First Lounge and winning the prized medal of gold colour, he was the first lounge guest that morning, the 21[SUP]st[/SUP] of February 2012.
In my mind I entered the Asiana Lounge as the ‘runner-up’ but that feeling was immediately expelled when the warm lounge agent welcomed me inside and wished me a pleasant stay. I made my own way inside. There were no personal assistant to escort me as they sometimes like to do (or show) at the Lufthansa First Class Terminal, the Thai Airways Royal First Lounge or the Singapore Airlines’ The Private Room, however making my own way into the lounge was on par with that are offered at the Qantas First Lounge or British Airways’ Galleries First. Personally I was not fussed at all however I think at that time I was more relieved to be finally inside the warmth and cosiness of the lounge, my sanctuary for the next four hours.
The Asiana experience was the third of four continuous sectors being flown, being Sydney-Bangkok-Seoul-Frankfurt-Amsterdam, and after enjoying too much hospitality and not enough rest in the last 28 hours, I think I needed a good night’s sleep.
Having received my Asiana boarding pass some 27 hours ago I arrived at their First Lounge only to be slightly disappointed that my quest to find a nice lounge chair to rest my weary body would have to be delayed by 45 minutes, the sign on the glass doors clearing indicating the opening time of 08:00. Nothing else in the terminal appeared open or at least were preparing to open so I found a convenient spot adjacent to the lounge entrance and set up camp, discreetly enough I hope.
At 08:00 Asiana First Lounge switched to life. I packed up my possessions and commenced that final 70 or so metre walk to the lounge and that is when I noticed him. The intently looking man appeared to be 40 years of age, short dark brown hair being parted heavily to one side, he was wearing a blue collared shirt and darker blue jeans. One hand held what appeared to be a boarding pass and passport, whilst the other hand was dragging along his black coloured roll-on luggage. In that moment I sensed his brisk movement as he overtook me, straight into the First Lounge and winning the prized medal of gold colour, he was the first lounge guest that morning, the 21[SUP]st[/SUP] of February 2012.
In my mind I entered the Asiana Lounge as the ‘runner-up’ but that feeling was immediately expelled when the warm lounge agent welcomed me inside and wished me a pleasant stay. I made my own way inside. There were no personal assistant to escort me as they sometimes like to do (or show) at the Lufthansa First Class Terminal, the Thai Airways Royal First Lounge or the Singapore Airlines’ The Private Room, however making my own way into the lounge was on par with that are offered at the Qantas First Lounge or British Airways’ Galleries First. Personally I was not fussed at all however I think at that time I was more relieved to be finally inside the warmth and cosiness of the lounge, my sanctuary for the next four hours.
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