I’m actually horribly drained but from this absolute beauty of a community response here:
You all have compelled me to keep doing what I love, so thank you all.
ANYWAYS LET’S GET STARTED SHALL WE!?
I’ll be frankly honest, this part will be the worst part, I hope.
Flight 1:
So I arrived at good old Melbourne Airport at about 11am? Fun fact about Melbourne Airport, it’s GEOGRAPHICALLY NOT EVEN IN MELBOURNE.
Things went South immediately. I don’t want to get into specifics, but let’s just say that the staff of that specific airline were terribly rude and ill-mannered (And I had to dish out a tad bit of money as well for no bloody reason.)
But let’s ignore that, as I do not want to spoil my mood when I inevitably read back on these blogs.
Calm Venting
The same airline staff were terribly rude again at security, and the bloody waiting areas were all taped off for “security checks”. How the hell do you security check A BUNCH OF CHAIRS.
Then finally the flight was ready and we boarded. Nothing wrong right?
Yeah, so I boarded the bloody flight, and we didn’t take off until 55 minutes after the designated time (still not as bad as having it delayed by hours or straight up cancelled)
So yeah, the first flight was absolutely horrid. You had to pay for everything. EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING. Food? You gotta pay for it. Entertainment? You gotta pay for it. Drinks? You gotta pay for it.
So I literally spent the first flight (which took off at about noon, Melbourne Time) staring at the screen displaying the flight map, which was the only thing I could do, alongside drinking MY OWN WATER BOTTLE (no providence).
Oh yeah, try sleeping when there are 5 toddlers/very young children screaming and crying their lungs out (There was a baby behind me who slept through the whole flight, though I could feel his legs protruding into my seat. It was pretty cute though…) I got at most, probably 15 minutes of sleep. Good thing I downloaded some movies I guess.
I landed in Honolulu (Hawaii) after a gruelling 11-15 hours, I believe (I forgot what time it was), and it was time for a layover almost immediately.
Flight 2:
Ahh… Flight 2 was much, MUCH better than the hell I had to endure on Flight 1.
And, it was a Airbus A330! Which had much, MUCH more leg room (unlike the Boeing 737 on the first flight), and no crying and screaming toddlers!
The airline was Delta Airlines, God bless them. And they provided SO MANY MORE SERVICES THAN THAT AIRLINE FROM THE FIRST FLIGHT. It doesn’t make sense. Delta was technically a domestic flight and the first flight and international, yet the first flight’s service was lacking.
Delta had everything I really needed. It had a blanket, and it provided dinner.
For dinner, there were two options. Chicken or some sort of pasta.
I really didn’t care what option I got because I was practically starving, so I just took the pasta they gave me.
(Drink is a sprite, by the way)
If I had to describe what the pasta tasted like, I’d say it tasted like… nothing.
Literally nothing.
It’s not good, it’s not bad, it just tastes like flavourless pasta, boiled without any sauce. But to be honest, I was starving so much I hardly cared whatsoever. It was also accompanied by some crackers, potato salad and some sweet thing which I have no idea what it is.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS GREAT ABOUT THE FLIGHT!? The plane was hardly half-full. There were empty seats EVERYWHERE.
The A330 had a 2-4-2 seating pattern:
And by the will of God, many, MANY of the four-seating rows were COMPLETELY empty (including the one across me).
So I simply grabbed my pillow and blanket and made myself a (makeshift) bed.
BOY, you won’t BELIEVE how WELL I slept! It was pure BLISS. I was literally sleeping on soft clouds in heaven! (I was sleeping on economy seats in a metal tube). I did think that having my leg up on one seat and sleeping across all four seats was a bit uncivilized, but honestly, I was so tired I could not care any less. Other people were doing the exact same thing.
Sure, it was just 2-3 hours, but it was 2-3 hours of pure bliss.
Before I arrived, they gave us a “breakfast”. It was more of a snack-orientated breakfast, not really a meal. But do you know how peaceful it was? Imagine munching on an egg and cheese sandwich, drinking some TEA (subtle foreshadowing), and being greeted with this view?
(I hope you can’t see my reflection in the last image)
Pure peace. Not exactly sunrise, and not exactly too pitch black. It was perfect. And it was quiet too, I cannot stress how blessed I was when there weren’t any kids.
Eventually, after about another 13 hours after taking off, I landed in my destination. I won’t say exactly where I landed and where I am, but let’s just say that this city has a lot to do with tea.
Oh yeah, if you want to finally know that trash airline was, it’s Jetstar. Bloody. Jetstar. It was out of the ordinary though, since just a few years ago they were pretty good, they really had fallen off. Whilst yes, their flights are cheaper, it’s only cheaper by slightly. It’s not really worth it. Delta was definitely much better.
I know that this first part is a bit underwhelming, so I’ll try to compensate that with some beautiful (self-praising) photos of the view from the flights.
(A sunset I believe)
(Leaving Honolulu)
(Coloradan Snow Mountains)
(Colorado Springs and Denver)
Don’t worry, there is definitely more to come. Anyways…
“That’s all Folks!”
