Mon 30 Apr
I had a big date with a cheese plate. Jokes aside, it was a simple platter with two crackers in the packet.
The timing of the dessert and cheese probably worked out for the best as I just finished up as the cabin was being prepared for landing in SYD. Not much to say about the landing, though with plenty of time to prepare the landing just before the seat belt sign was turned on again, Tracy came around to thank me for flying Air New Zealand, and I thanked her for being such a great FA during the flight. Touch down in SYD, usual taxi to the gate and now I was back home. Almost.
Being a C Pier arrival, it was a longer walk to immigration than I was used to. Immigration was easily negotiated, and then there was the usual long wait for luggage to be delivered to the belt. Customs was a breeze - couple of questions and I was waved on my way - no fuss, no openings required.
And now for something completely different (with apologies to Monty Python), this would be my first trip where I would be transferring to a
Virgin Australia domestic flight rather than a Qantas one. This means a new transfer facility, which is located on the other side of the arrivals hall relative to the Qantas transfer facility. The
Virgin Australia facility is a bit different to the Qantas one. For one, it's not as big as the Qantas one, though with enough increase in patronage that could easily change. Also, unlike Qantas where domestic screening takes place at the transfer facility and then you are deposited at airside T3, with the Virgin facility, you are checked in at the transfer facility (and bags accepted), but you are not screened at the facility. Instead, you wait for the bus and are driven to the common departures drop off area at T2. From there, it's through the common security screening point, or for those privileged enough, the dedicated screening point at Virgin's premium entry.
Entrance to the Virgin Australia transfer facility at SYD T1 arrivals area.
The transfer area. I took the photo behind the wall so as not to arouse too much suspicion.
As I proceeded into the transfer facility, it was completely empty except for a few staff at the counters. There was not a noise except for some light gossip amongst the staff present. As I approached the counter, I was wondering who should be helping me out with check-in.
At check-in, the attendant looked at my booking for my flight leaving at 2000h and gave a bit of wry smile.
Attendant: "You've got quite a bit of time until your flight. Would you like an earlier flight?"
Me: "How much will it be?"
Attendant: "Nothing."
Me: "Well, I wouldn't mind, but hopefully there's a good seat on my next flight."
At this point, you're expecting me to write something like she said, "I think you'll like your new seat," and gives me a smile and a wink as she hands over my BP. Nope, sorry folks it didn't happen. I received my BP back for an earlier flight in about an hour or so, and for seat 5A. Eh, it'll do. In addition to a BP with luggage tag, I was given a little ticket for the bus. Apparently I'd have to be fronting up the money for the transfer if I didn't hand over the ticket.
As I waited for the transfer bus to arrive, more pax slowly joined me in waiting. The waiting area for the transfer bus is not very big - no bigger than a meeting room size or so - so I loathe to think what the area might look like at times when domestic transfers would be much busier. Especially if it took just as long for the bus to arrive, which was closer to half an hour.
The transfer bus to T2 arrives at the domestic transfer facility.
Once at T2, I head along the drop off zone to the premium entry, make my way inside (showing the appropriate status card and BP), pass security screening and end up at the back of the VA Lounge at T2. Easy-peasy.
I chose a location on the raised terrace nearest to the windows with a view of the tarmac and got out my laptop to address some last minute messages. I also gathered a bit from the buffet; the hot food was out, but it didn't look awfully appealing, as did most of the rest of the food on offer, which kind of looked a bit dead overall. Thank goodness I can always rely on a soy latte, panforte and pistachio biscotti. Besides, I was still rather full from lunch, and let's not even stop to think about the weekend just passed....
Buffet area at the VA Lounge at SYD T2.
The hot food selection for the day, which appeared to be some sort of Mexican concoction. Pretty heavy on the chickpeas. I sampled a tiny bit, and I can definitely say that it looks a lot better than it tasted!
There wasn't a lot of time until my domestic flight, which was kind of nice since now that I'm back to reality, I'd probably rather be getting home sooner rather than later. So the boarding call was heard, I packed up, and walked over to the gate for my final flight home.
Flight: Virgin Australia DJ965 Sydney (SYD T2) - Brisbane (BNE D)
Depart: Sched 1700h; Actual 1700h
Duration: 1 h 30 min
Distance: 467 mi (752 km)
Aircraft: VH-VOW "Jillaroo Blue" Boeing 737-800
Class: Economy
Seat: 5A
Seat Colour: Red
We didn't start actually boarding until about a few minutes after I arrived at the gate, so why we were called to boarding in the lounge rather early is beyond me, much less how did we managed to depart on time.
Leg room in 5A. After a few weeks of premium travel - bar Ryanair - this is a little bit of a humbling experience.
All of us finally boarded on the somewhat full flight, the doors were closed and we were pushed back.
Another VA aircraft at the gate next to us as we prepare for pushback.
As usual, we had to make the long taxi to the third runway, which is pretty standard for SYD-BNE flights. Once we were up in the air, the cabin service commenced. Flexi meals and refreshments were offered first, followed by the rest of the pax. I didn't want to buy anything, so I just asked for a cup of water. Couldn't say the same for my seat mates - they loaded up on the buy-on-board, and coughed up an equivalent... in cash, of course.
A cup of water - enough to tide me for this brief flight.
The flight would've been a fairly standard affair if only that we were not once again subject to the delaying tricks of BNE ATC. Guess they can't help the traffic, but these ATC delays are getting pretty annoying. Apart from that messing around, we landed at BNE without fuss. Upon disembarking into the terminal, there was a bit of a long wait for bags to get onto the belt, but when they started arriving, my bag appeared somewhere within the first 10-20 pieces or so, so there wasn't much waiting around. Folks were waiting to pick me up, then I was on my way home.
Three weeks away with two major events bridged by a bit of personal travel in between. Travelling in style definitely helps making the journey as well as the destination very pleasant. Some say that the journey is not all that important, and perhaps they are right. Maybe the difference between a trip where the destination only was great, versus one where the destination and the journey were great, is the difference between
liking travel, and
loving travel.
I'll leave you - dear readers, if you've come this far - to decide this for yourself. Do you love travelling like I do?