This is a trip report for a journey that has been cancelled.
In previous years I have flown the same sectors to visit a friend while she was receiving treatment for bone cancer in her skull. This year’s trip was booked last year before she went into hospital for the last time in December. She passed away at the start of the year, before any of us had heard about Covid-19. Ironically this year as well as visiting our friend we were also attending a ‘Cleaning in Healthcare’ seminar so when we first heard that she had passed away we didn’t cancel our trip. Then Covid-19 took off and our flights and the seminar were cancelled. We will watch a webinar instead.
Today’s flight would have been QF51 BNE-SIN it is the first leg of a multi-city booking of carefully selected daytime only flights in Y BNE-SIN-DXB-AMS-DXB-SIN-MEL (I can’t sleep in an economy class seat) and MEL-BNE a J award seat at the cost of a few carefully selected cases of wine with bonus points.
I woke this morning with a dreadful feeling of sadness. There was no suitcase in the spare room, packed and ready to go.
QF51 is normally operated by an A330, it leaves around mid-day, for me that means - no early start, just breakfast as normal and a leisurely drive to the airport after those in the rush hour traffic have mostly arrived at their destination.
My view from the BNE lounge would probably look like this:

I like the upstairs seats that look over at the Emirates A380 parked at her usual remote stand, post the cancellation of Emirates Trans-Tasman flights. Gee I do miss those Emirates A380 Trans-Tasman flights – but that is probably worthy of a thread of its own.
There are very few times when I feel grateful to be 5’4” (in the old money) but sitting in Y on a Qantas A330 on a daytime flight is perfectly comfortable for me. This would be time to relax and read whatever I choose. For me, that’s part of the fun of a holiday. When I’m flying I love to read about flying. I read books written by Chesley Sullenberger, Bill Anderson, Richard De Crespigny or Mark Vanhoenacker. They love to fly, I get it, that’s me too. So much that I can’t read their books when I’m on the ground without it causing me to pine for the air.

This would be a good day...
In previous years I have flown the same sectors to visit a friend while she was receiving treatment for bone cancer in her skull. This year’s trip was booked last year before she went into hospital for the last time in December. She passed away at the start of the year, before any of us had heard about Covid-19. Ironically this year as well as visiting our friend we were also attending a ‘Cleaning in Healthcare’ seminar so when we first heard that she had passed away we didn’t cancel our trip. Then Covid-19 took off and our flights and the seminar were cancelled. We will watch a webinar instead.
Today’s flight would have been QF51 BNE-SIN it is the first leg of a multi-city booking of carefully selected daytime only flights in Y BNE-SIN-DXB-AMS-DXB-SIN-MEL (I can’t sleep in an economy class seat) and MEL-BNE a J award seat at the cost of a few carefully selected cases of wine with bonus points.
I woke this morning with a dreadful feeling of sadness. There was no suitcase in the spare room, packed and ready to go.
QF51 is normally operated by an A330, it leaves around mid-day, for me that means - no early start, just breakfast as normal and a leisurely drive to the airport after those in the rush hour traffic have mostly arrived at their destination.
My view from the BNE lounge would probably look like this:

I like the upstairs seats that look over at the Emirates A380 parked at her usual remote stand, post the cancellation of Emirates Trans-Tasman flights. Gee I do miss those Emirates A380 Trans-Tasman flights – but that is probably worthy of a thread of its own.
There are very few times when I feel grateful to be 5’4” (in the old money) but sitting in Y on a Qantas A330 on a daytime flight is perfectly comfortable for me. This would be time to relax and read whatever I choose. For me, that’s part of the fun of a holiday. When I’m flying I love to read about flying. I read books written by Chesley Sullenberger, Bill Anderson, Richard De Crespigny or Mark Vanhoenacker. They love to fly, I get it, that’s me too. So much that I can’t read their books when I’m on the ground without it causing me to pine for the air.

This would be a good day...