Friday 28 November 2008
As per my usual bad habit, I hadn’t got not even close to enough sleep the previous night due to my usual non-diligence in packing (and the procrastination that accompanies it. Not only that, but I had to get to the airport earlier since Mum had to go to work. So I was up at 4am, packing (yes, from scratch!), finished completely packing at 5.30am (after a bit of ironing and making sure all the valuables are there) before getting showered and ready to go. I had brought my small bag along, which easily fit all of my clothes. Whether it would fit all of my return cargo was a different thought...
So we all bunch into our car – Mum off to work, sister in driver’s seat, me off to the airport and Dad just coming for the ride.
We drop Mum off first at work at TPCH, then off to the airport we go. Luckily there is little traffic for what should be an unpredictable and potentially tumultuous time of the morning, so I’m dropped off at BNE D (QF) without a hitch. There was even plenty of spaces at the drop-off area.
And then the fun started......
Going through the glass doors I saw the pleb line for bag drop do it’s usual snaking around. Luckily it hadn’t grown to the go any where near the J/QP/OWR+ line, where I proceeded to line up. Even the premium line was long – crazy. It took at least 15 minutes for me to get up to a counter. I managed to pass the time in the line by talking to the lady in front of me who was going to SYD for the weekend. She used to go to ADL for a bit and I told her about my weekend coming up. (She recommended going to McLaren Vale.) The waiting area resounded with instructions for pax to cut the queues (and sporadic messages that the OLCI line was only for OLCI pax that have a BP printed from home). As usual, BNE D was quite understaffed and hence the resulting zoo. If it’s any consolation, I guess the lines didn’t grow as long as I’ve horribly seen it before.
I got to a counter to find a very visibly and audibly frustrated agent. She didn’t have her name badge on so I couldn’t even address her properly, and she seemed a little bit annoyed when I told her that I had OLCI’d but didn’t have a BP printed. She almost sent me off without one until she remembered to print off a BP on cardboard, then I was on my way. At least she remembered the Priority (orange) tag. Nothing I could say or do would make her feel one iota better. I hope for her sake she made it through the day.
Security was a far more friendly affair and not so much a zoo. I said hello to the woman seeing the bags go into the x-ray machine; she seem puzzled that I knew her name until I noted to her that her badge was clearly showing. I also seemed to be able to continue my mysterious run of late where I haven’t been picked for explosives testing. Counting my blessings I packed up my things and headed straight to the QP (left turn, not right).
Once in the QP, I breakfasted on some corn flakes with yoghurt and berry sauce, followed by a soft, non-toasty muffin with Vegemite. I will never know how to properly use the rotating toaster, notwithstanding that you’ve got little chance of changing the setting on it anyway whilst everyone else has their breads in it. The QP could stand to put some peanut butter in the condiments section, too. Had a latte from the barista, which is overrated (same as from the barista machine except put a human there – no increase in quality). A swig of orange juice and it was time to head to gate 19 for boarding.
Boarding was a little slow because one BP reader was only able to scan striped BPs (i.e. the cardboard ones), so since almost everyone either has a OLCI paper BP or QuickCheck BP that has a barcode on it, almost everyone had to be processed through a single BP reader, which at times still threw up.
Flight: QF661 Brisbane (BNE D) – Adelaide (ADL T1)
Depart: 0825h Sched; 0826h Actual
Aircraft: VH-VYK “Moree” Boeing 737-800
Class: Economy
Seat: 4A
Got seated without much fuss, 4C having taken his seat. The leg room on the 738s are excellent in row 4, even after stowing my bag under the J seat in front of me. The flight didn’t look very full; there were two spare seats in J in row 3.
The formalities over and we were in the air without much fuss, except we were told by the captain that due to some weather on the flight path over to ADL as well as ADL ATC preparing to give us slightly a hard time, our arrival into ADL would be delayed by about 10 minutes.
Breakfast was served, and I have to admit I am getting sick of Just Right. Note to self: next time on domestic breakfast service, choose the low sugar meal.
Cereal was sided with a green apple bag
and a small square pastry with cranberries in it. It’s not the best change from the two warm scrolls that I had in the last two breakfast service flights, and only went down moderately well with the I-can’t-believe-it’s-whipped-butter.
As I was really tired, I opted to stow away my juice and apples and get some shut eye. Tea and coffee were passed up before I went to sleep, only temporarily waking up again to put away my table once our trays had been collected. I managed to wake up just before the CSM was about to announce to everyone to get prepared for landing. As we passed over ADL, I noticed ADL city centre surrounded by the green belt. I also noticed the Adelaide Oval and forgot about the cricket being there. Unfortunately, it didn’t dawn on me to get my camera out in time, otherwise it would have made for an interesting shot of the oval from overhead with the little men on the field.
As foretold by the captain, we touched down approximately 11 minutes later than scheduled, but otherwise a short taxi to gate 22 and we were out into ADL Airport.
Baggage took some considerable amount of time to arrive, but when it did finally come out, all the J bags easily made it out but there was only a peppering of orange tagged bags following suit. Eventually, my bag made it out, so up one level to the far end of the departure drive-up and I hurriedly hot-footed it to make the J2 JetBus into the city.
The Adelaide Metro is interesting – there is only one zone of travel (compared to Brisbane which has 5 zones in the Brisbane metro area), then there is a “two-section” fare, so you really only have 2 tickets to choose from in order to travel in Adelaide. The ride was too long for a two-section, but $2.60 to get to the city? That’s a great rate! You’d think that for a small-ish city with the airport close to the CBD that I’d be in town within a handful of minutes right? Wrong. The bus ended up making many stops along the way. Compounded with this was a few bouts of unlikely Adelaide traffic at a most unlikely time for it to happen! In any case, I arrived near the North Terrace of the city and pulled out the trusty map to walk towards Victoria Square and the Hilton Adelaide Hotel.
It was a fair walk from Currie St to Victoria Square; I was also slightly annoyed that the map in the tourist guide did not indicate the presence of small streets, so counting blocks whilst matching it up with the map was a fruitless exercise (so I reverted back to my Google Maps map that I printed out earlier). A few walks through shopping malls and little streets later, I found myself staring at a huge park cut in by a tram line. Looking around the diamond shaped city block I found the Hilton Adelaide.