Passed through passport control in a jiffy. Was getting my laptop ready for security when I felt a sharp pain on my left foot - the woman in front of me was standing on me with her stiletto. Had to register my Epi Pen again but they didn't give me any hassles this time around. I hobbled the rest of the way to the Wing, thankful to finally sink into a seat.
Decided to have a shower - but all the shower rooms were full. I was placed on a waitlist, which I'd cleared in less than 10 minutes. These were v nice showers for a J lounge, with Dermalogica toiletries. I examined my poor left foot - there was a bruise where I'd been stepped on.



I made by way to the gate (think it was 24) a bit early as I wanted to see if I could change to row 16, the emergency exit row which Qantas blocks for their Platinums. No can do, says the QF staffer. She lifted the ticket coupon from my boarding pass and promptly replaced my Cathay stock bp with a nice red barcoded Qantas one. It was my first time seeing a barcoded Qantas bp - i don't mind either the regular bps or the barcoded ones but the new bp was of a different size to the old bps, which is a bit irritating as i collect bps and put them all together in a folder.
Soon enough boarding was called, priority boarding was also extended to Premium Economy which I thought was pretty cool as it differentiates W from Y and goes towards making a case for shelling out the extra to fly W.
As I was ascending the stairs to the giddy heights of the UD, I was greeted like an old friend from the top of the stairs by one of the UD FAs. Ahh back on the Flying Roo - it already felt like I was already home. There is something inherently nice about that sense of familiarity I get when flying the Roo. My coat was hung up, and I was soon offered a glass of champagne - they were serving both Lanson and CH MEC today. She then stayed to chat as there weren't any other pax around. Inevitably the conversation turned to the QF30 decompression incident that occurred 2 days before. I ended up having the same convo with my seat mate. His ex gf was apparently an FA on duty on the same flight, and he showed me the smses she sent from Manila - quite calm for someone who'd endured something so scary.
Ironically the 'Qantas Special Edition' of the newspaper the FAs distributed didn't bother with editing out an article of the incident - there were some v disturbing pics and I'm sure first time or nervous flyers wouldn't appreciate it. Then again I remember the same when I flew Singapore the day after the SQ006 disaster, which was a much more serious incident. IMO airlines ought to be a bit more discreet with such things. Oh and what on earth is the Sydney Morning Herald doing on a Melbourne-bound flight? But I digress...
I'd used to go with row 11, the bulkhead but now, perhaps influenced by those who prefer sitting at the back, tend to go with row 17 instead. There was still plenty of room, and that row makes access to champagne or having a chat with the FAs in the galley easier. I had 17J, an aisle seat.



Departure was prompt and right on schedule. And the crew sprang into action once again once we reached cruising altitude. Had champagne once again with the first bar service - someone must have requested for a v strong scotch and coke as I could smell the scotch all the way from my seat. Another FA came around and confirmed that they know of my shellfish allergy, and asked what I'd like to eat so they would reserve my choices for me.
An announcement was made regarding the unserviceability of the IFE, which still worked manually (ie if you scrolled channel by channel), just that the AVOiD software itself was down.
Even though this was a rather early flight, the first meal service was lunch not breakfast. The menu looked v interesting. We started with a wintermelon soup - which sounded and looked much better than it actually tasted, ie v bland. The main of duck in orange sauce was OTOH most delicious, with a lovely blend of flavours. Feeling rather full, I declined the rest of the meal - which was a shame as I quite liked the Maggie Beer spiced pear paste, but i thought it'd be a waste to ask for the cheese plate just to have the paste.


At this stage I couldn't help but notice that the champagne tasted different. Better. More buttery, less acidic than the MEC or Lanson, and with a lovely chocolatey aroma. It couldn't be could it - I asked to look at the bottle, she was serving CH Blanc des Millenaires 1995 from FCL! She tried to talk my seat mate into having some but he responded that champagne was "too fizzy" for him and chose to stuck to his reds. I asked what's the occassion, to which the FA responded that she does nice things for nice pax. A lovely gesture indeed, but she seemed to hint that nice pax were the exception rather than the norm which I hope isn't the case.
I dozed off after a few more glasses, the lack of sleep had finally caught up with me. And awoke with over 2 hours to go. Went through some of the IFE; I'd watched most of the movies already so just browsed the TV selection. The FA happened to be patrolling the aisles and came around with yet more drinks as soon as I was awake. And the refreshment service commenced not long after - this time I had braised pork, another yummy number. And finished up with the cheese plate. The other FA asked if I'd like the fruit platter AND the tart as I'd missed dessert the first time around - which I declined after putting up a stiff resistance, which reminds me abit of dear old Grandpa who always didn't think that I ate or drank nearly enough (he doesn't consider wine/champagne to be real drinks you see - only beer and gin count).



Another of those "damn this flight's too short" experience - the concept of a flight that's "too short" probably doesn't make sense to most who view the journey from point A to B as something to get over and done with soonest possible, but to me when the journey is in itself a great experience it is something to be savoured. We landed at Tulla with all parts of the plane attached (ok... bad joke), where there was a 30 degree temperature change from Hong Kong. But I was home, and after being on the road for 4 weeks there was nowhere else that I'd rather be at that point.
The End
See y'all (as in within the Trip Reports forum) again in September, when you'd be reading a v different TR from this one for I've purchased an Economy RTW ticket for that quick 2 week jaunt to Honolulu/LA/Vienna/Shanghai/HK!
Signing off for now,
KeithMEL




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