Journey –
HKG-PVG
Flight no. –
KA934 or KA872 or KA something else – I lost track with all the changes
Class –
Business
Seat –
10G
I am leaving tomorrow so I start to pack and then decide to leave that until the morning. My knee still isn’t up to much on Monday so it is a cab to the office and a cab to the airport (
serfty I promise I will take the MTR one day).
I have phoned to change my tickets to PVG so I get in on Monday evening rather than Tuesday afternoon. At check in I am “offered” to move to the 6PM flight rather than the 7PM flight. I am bit torn. I have my car arranged to the hotel (which means to help Dragon Air I incur a call cost) and I want to chill in the lounge and download some TV to watch on the flight. Mind you the way she said it didn’t really indicate that I had much of a choice. I acquiesce grab my BP and its off to the Dragon Air lounge which was a very, very long way from check in and from the gate.
The lounge itself is not at all impressive – it’s very bland and the drink selection is meagre. I have just enough time to call the hotel, download something to watch, grab a couple of beers, chat to mrssimongr online and chat to mum d’simongr before I make my way to the aircraft.
I left the lounge at 17:30 even though I had been told it was boarding at 17:25 but the screens had no indication of boarding. On the way up to the gate I stopped to buy a book (quite amusing to read a book with the main theme being 9/11 as I boarded a plane) and was pretty much the last to board or so I thought.
Again this A330 has no overhead lockers (yes I know that is a design feature – but it’s not one of the options I would have gone with). Thankfully the plane isn’t too full of Americans so some of the hand luggage looks designed to be lifted by the average bear – but I decide to slip my bag under the seat in front as I want to watch TV asap.
I have started doing a little people watching as I become more comfortable with flying and the process. It’s easy to spot the business travellers, the “experienced” travellers – people so focussed on getting off the aircraft and through immigration quickly they would walk over, through or under any obstacle in their way.
I am also intrigued as to how this route supports a domestic F class seat. There are I think about 12 seats (3x 2-2-2) on board and there have been maybe 6-8 people in them at most. The advantage is that if KA ever actually get into oneworld then at least we have access to F on a CircleAsia fare.
I am actually asleep before take off and only wake just as they are setting up the tray tables for the meal service. The meal is ok but nothing special. The salad is poor and the crab linguine although tasty is actually very difficult to eat with a small fork and knife and potentially quite messy. The post dinner drink service is very slow and overall this is not as nice an experience as my journey down to HKG last week.
Eventually we land at PVG and I get to stretch my legs. The front row of J is great for service but leg room is limited of course – the primary advantage is that I wasn’t stuck with my usual recliner
Deplaning is amusing. Thinking back to my observation on the road warriors I compare myself to one of them. Yes I definitely surge through the airport normally but as I am 6’ 2” with long legs its more of a case of covering ground a lot faster than scurrying across the concourse. It’s more giraffe than rat – the distance covered is the same but the number of steps involved is considerably smaller. As we deplane the ladies in F are slow to move. I am ok with this knowing that I will walk past them soon. However on my left a short (yes I have a thing about short people) road warrior is like a rat up a drainpipe and almost pushes them over as he barges through. What is amusing is the ladies comments as he passes. He seems to have a somewhat small rollaboard and the ladies are unkind in comparing his bag to his – umm – manhood.
The airport is very busy so I am not looking forward to immigration. It seems like most of the ageing population of Britain has missed their flight to the Costa Del Sol and ended up in PVG – someone is in for a shock. The queues look horrendous and I can see lines of people asking ach other “Betty do I have to fill in this form? What nationality am I? Can you see my glasses anywhere? Are we carrying more than RMB10,000?” and I fear for my sanity.
Thankfully another four desks open up (now that’s an innovation for SYD – open more desk when you are busy) and I am through immigration pretty quickly. Down to the baggage area and I barely have time for a “bio-break” and the bags are out so I am offski.
The little chap from the Hilton is there with his sign and again he makes a good attempt at my time but let’s just say that a name with so many l’s r’s and an e at the end is not designed for the Asian tongue. I note he has three names on his list to collect. Sadly this is where the Verucca Salt in me boils up to the surface “I booked car daddy and I want it NOW” – so I am all set for the “No – I will not wait whilst you collect someone else” discussion. Sometimes I am not a particularly nice person…
Thankfully the other chap is there quickly (he looks pretty haggard after his flight – someone really should have lent him a comb) and we are off to our respective cars to the hotel. The greenie in me is thinking that having too limos from the airport to the hotel is not enhancing my carbon footprint…