travellin man
Mar 13, 02, 7:16 pm
Trip Report – Part 1
The following is an attempt at a trip report. I hope you like it. But if you don’t, too bad.
After months of planning, waiting, and praying (for no United strike), the day came to leave for our 2 week journey to the land where the air is clean, the people are friendly, and the US dollar buys a lot more. No, not Canada. Australia! My partner and I were eager to go to our first Mardi Gras, and then head up to Cairns for some r&r in the tropics. The following is a report of our airline experiences on United (LAX-SYD-LAX) and Qantas (SYD-CNS-SYD). I would love to go into detail about our experiences IN Australia, but I can’t, as this is a family site. Actually, I just don’t have the time. But trust me, Australia is now my most favourite foreign country (yes, even above Italy). The people are phenomenal (I need to get “no worries” printed up on a t-shirt). Some observations about Australia:
1. A burger “Australian” style means “Add beets” – blech
2. If you wear shorts in Australia, apparently you need to where the shortest shorts out there (especially if you are male).
3. The people are gorgeous (men and women alike) and friendly.
4. Vegemite looks and smells like congealed soy sauce. I can’t imagine why they though, “yum, breakfast food!”
Anyway, on to the part that you actually want to read about:
Feb. 26th
LAX-SYD
United Airlines #815
Boeing 747-400 (no, don’t ask what registration number it was)
Departed 10:25 pm, Arrived 7:30am-ish on the 28th
Last April, I used up 240,000 United miles to get 2 First Class tickets LAX-SYD. Although the flight left at 10:10pm, I told my partner we were going to be there 3 hours early. My other half indicated that because we were first class, we wouldn’t have to wait in long check-in lines or anything like that. I told him that long lines were not my concern, it was the desire to be in the International First Class lounge and eat and drink for free that was driving my desire to get there early. So, we zoomed through surprisingly light LA evening rush hour traffic and showed up ready to check in. We get out of the car and he says, “you remembered to bring all of the information that we have so diligently collected over the past few months.” Of course I didn’t. All the articles, the guide books, the brochures, were all tucked away safely at home. Needless to say, he was not very happy with me. Of course, I turned it around saying if they were that important he shouldn’t have made me responsible for bringing them, so really it was HIS fault we didn’t have them. Needless to say, that didn’t go over too well.
So, we went into the check-in area of Terminal 6. There were already people in line checking in for Auckland and Sydney. I looked for the International First Class check-in, and I couldn’t find it. So, we stood in the Biz Class check-in line. The agent looked at our tickets and said, you should go to the first class check in area. I said that would be great if I could find it, and he pointed us to an office to the side. Oh! So we were ushered into the First Class office. Four loud Brazilians were being checked in on their flight. The woman was yelling, “I cannot face left on the airplane”, apparently after the agent tried to give here a seat on the A-side of the cabin. Cannot face left? We were definitely in the first class area now! So, the agent printed out another ticket, and the loud woman seemed satisfied with her new seat – 4J. I looked at our tickets – 4E & 4F, and I, of course, had 4F. The thought of 14+ hours next to this woman made me cringe. Things were not starting out well at all.
The Brazilians left, and we were checked in with no problem. We looked at the clocks on the wall trying to figure out the time difference between Los Angeles and Sydney. “So, if it’s 7pm here, and 2 o’clock in Sydney, is it 2am or 2pm?” “Is it plus 19 hours?” “Is it minus 5 hours plus one day?” We finally figured it out. (If it is 7pm in Los Angeles, it is 2pm in Sydney the next day). The nice agent printed out our boarding passes and our “Arrivals” invitations. I asked how full the flight was, and she said there were about 20 empty seats in economy, and everything else was full.
After the standard shoe check/ body cavity search through Security, we headed straight for the international First Class lounge in Terminal 7. We showed our credentials, and stowed our bags. I think the First Class lounge in LAX is great. You barely feel like you’re at the airport (except for the planes outside the window). They had the usual array of finger sandwiches, salmon rolls, veggies, and alcoholic beverages, to which we helped ourselves immediately. Our Brazilian friends were there, so we made our way to the other side of the lounge (although we could still hear their conversation). So we ate and drank, a precursor to our activities on the airplane. We wanted to watch “Smallville”, but Frasier was on the TV and people were watching it so we supposed it would be rude to change the channel. Oh well.
Finally, at 9:45, they announced they were taking us to our flight to Sydney. They lined us up, checked our passports and boarding passes, and we marched down to Gate 76 in a single file line, much like when we were in Kindergarten. Just as I passed the check-in counter, the agent was explaining to someone that “The first class cabin has checked-in full, so go back to your lowly Business Class seat, scum.” OK, maybe she didn’t use those exact words.
On to the plane we went, and did that left turn off the jetway that I love – the turn into first class. Immediately, coats were hung, drinks were offered, menus handed out, amenity kits offered, and I reacquainted myself with the FirstSuite (I had flown United Int’l First once before IAD-CDG-LAX). We were served champagne, and I browsed through the newspapers. I chose a Wall Street Journal, a Sydney Morning Herald, and an Australian. I like reading the news of the country I’m visiting. Australia had some interesting news. Apparently the government said some refugees had thrown their babies off of a boat. The government apparently was trying to create ill-will against the refugees. Then they admitted they made the story up. And some leader in the Government said that a 14-year old girl who had been raped by a priest really was a predator, and the poor priest had been entrapped. Apparently not everyone agreed with that take on the matter. As I said, interesting (if weird) news.
Prior to departure, something happened that has never happened on any flight I’ve ever been on: The pilot came down to our cabin and discussed the flight with us in person. He told us about the Sydney weather (some showers), the flight time (13+ hours), and how much the plane weighed at take-off (875,000 pounds). He then asked if we had any questions. Well, I was too much in shock to think of a question, and I guess everyone else was too, because nobody asked one. I realized later I should have asked him to turn on Channel 9, because it was off for the whole flight. Anyway, it was a nice experience to have the pilot come down and talk to us. I think they should do that more often.
By the way, if 2 people are travelling together in United First on a 747, I recommend either 4E and 4F (the seats we were in), or 1A and 1J (in the very nose of the plane. Actually, 1A and 1J would be my first choice, because they have a window in addition to being close together. I would discourage seats 5E and 5F, because frankly they are closer to the galley and noisier. If you are a single traveller (meaning travelling alone, not if you are currently unattached) I would STRONGLY recommend against 5A or 5J. I walked past those seats during the flight, and they are practically IN the galley.
Things were looking up: Apparently the loud Brazilians were going to Auckland, as none of them boarded our flight. Whew (although it would have made for an interesting flight, I am sure). We pulled back from the gate around 10:25pm, taxied to runway 35L, and took off to the West and out over the Pacific.
Thus commenced one of the best flights I’ve ever had on any airline. I’m sure people will argue that I should experience Trans-Pac First on an Asian carrier, but since I haven’t, oh well. This was a great flight!
The First Class cabin was staffed by 4 mature (not older) female flight attendants. Some people have said the more mature United flight attendants are more like prison matrons. Well, not these four. Within a few minutes after take-off, they were scurrying around the cabin, offering drinks and taking menu orders. Here’s the menu:
FEATURED WINES
United selects its wines in blind tastings governed by the Office International de la Vigne et du Vin in France.
Champagne
Brut, Dom Perignon
White Wine
Alsace
Pinot Gris 1999 Reserve, F.E. Trimbach
Chardonnay
Sequoia Grove Carneros 1998
Red Wine
Bordeaux
Haut-Medoc 1996, Chateau Latour-Carnet
Merlot
Louis M. Martini Russian River Valley Reserve 1996
REGIONAL WINES
Selected flights to and from Australia
Shiraz
Kangarilla Road McLaren Vale 1999
BEVERAGES
Apertifs and cocktails
Spirits and liqueurs
Beer
Sandeman’s Porto will be offered during the main meal’s dessert.
Starbucks coffee will be available throughout the flight.
TO BEGIN
Smoked salmon and spiced shrimp
Cucumber and onion salad
MAIN COURSE
Filet Mignon with garlic onion ragout
Creamy manshed potatoes and vegetable medley
Roasted duck confit with demi-glace
Sweet potato mousse and green beans
Sauteed halibut with hoisin butter sauce and spinach noodles
Shiitake mushrooms and tomato sesame salsa
THE EARLY SEATING MEAL
If you would like more time to work, relax or sleep, we offer a complete meal served all at once.
Cream of asparagus soup
King crab leg with fennel and haricot vert salad
Eli’s Praline cheesecake
DESSERT
International Cheese Sampler - Double Gloucester, Castello blue and Swiss Gruyere cheese
Ben & Jerry’s ice cream with sundae toppings
Fresh seasonal fruit
MIDFLIGHT SNACK
Please help yourself to assorted treats between the two main meals. Hot sandwiches are available upon request.
PRIOR TO ARRIVAL
Your selected entrée will be served with fresh seasonal fruit and breakfast breads.
Scrambled eggs Benedict with smoked salmon
Hollandaise sauce
Apple cinnamon brioche French toast
Maple cream and Canadian bacon
(That’s too much work to transcribe the menu!)
I, of course, chose the filet. Screw the diet! Then she asked me a surprising question: How would I like it cooked? My mind immediately pictured a chef somewhere in the back working over a grill. “Medium rare,” I told her, dubious that it could be accomplished at 35,000 feet. Hell, Black Angus screws it up half the time. My other half chose the halibut. We were then offered a choice in movies. There was nothing worth choosing, frankly. I chose “Curse of the Jade Scorpion” with Woody Allen & Helen Hunt. My significant other chose “Bandits” with Bruce Willis, Billy-Bob Thornton, and Cate Blanchett (an Aussie).
Wine was offered, and I chose the Bordeaux (excellent). Before too long, the appetizer of smoked salmon and spiced shrimp was delivered on the United china. It was delicious, as was the cucumber and onion salad. I declined the roll (too many carbs – as I drank another glass of wine).
The filet came out and I’ll be darned if it wasn’t medium rare. It was juicy, tasty, and fattening, all the things I look for in a filet. By this time, I was feeling full, and that was BEFORE the cheese and grapes were brought out. After a couple of slices of the cheese and the grapes, the moment I dreaded came: The offer of the hot fudge sundae. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Yes I could. No, I shouldn’t. Yes I should. No, I didn’t. I passed, and the flight attendant looked like I had slapped her. “You are declining the sundae?” “I’m full.” “But it’s real hot fudge.” “I’m feeling enormous.” “But I have whipped cream.” Arrrggghhh. Meanwhile, my partner in crime had no problems polishing off the halibut (I tried it and it was very good), and ate about half his sundae.
Trays were taken away, and took out my all-important sweats. I took them into the lavatory (no, the first class lavatory is not bigger than any other lavatory) and changed into my sleeping clothes and took off my contacts and deployed my glasses. By this point, my eyes were drooping from being tired, in a food coma, and somewhat tipsy (by the way, “more wine please!”). Whatever it was, I watched the movie more out of a weird sense of obligation than of an actual desire to see it. It was slow, Woody Allen was grating, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. My other half seemed to be enjoying “Bandits” much more, occasionally laughing. My movie finally ended, and I eagerly changed my seat into the bed. I then went and put my sweats on.
It is very quiet at the front of the plane, and I was out like a light. I think I fell asleep in the middle of thinking “I wonder if I will be able to sleep.” And for about 5 hours, I was great.
I woke up to a very quiet cabin. I looked around and realized I was the only person awake. Almost immediately a flight attendant came by to see if I needed anything – food, water, valium. Just kidding. She didn’t really offer food. I declined, and popped open my Bill Bryson book – “In a Sunburnt Country”. If you ever have visited Australia, or are going to visit, or just like to laugh, I highly recommend this book. I laughed out loud so many times I’m sure I disturbed some people. Whenever I do this, my other half will usually ask, “What’s so funny?” So I’ll read the passage aloud, and he’ll usually look at me like I just arrived from another planet and shake his head. Oh well, I think it’s funny. Fortunately, he was sound asleep.
I was offered the mid-flight snack of a hot roast beef and cheddar sandwich. It sounded really tempting, but considering I was still full from dinner, I declined.
Finally, people started stirring, and I knew we were closer to our destination. My partner woke up, and we chatted with the flight attendant. We told her it would be our first time in Sydney, our first time at Mardi Gras, and our first time in Australia. She went to the back and wrote a ton of suggestions for restaurants in and around Sydney, and recommended getting something to stand on to see the parade (preferably an apartment on the 2nd floor above Oxford Street). She told us about her flight attendant friend’s son and his partner and how much they enjoyed Sydney and Cairns. We thanked her for all the suggestions. As I said, this crew was above and beyond.
Before too long, we were asked for our breakfast choices. Now, normally breakfast is a meal I try to avoid on an airplane, simply because I don’t think I’ve ever had an edible breakfast ON an airplane, even in First. But what the heck? Anyway, we each ordered the eggs benedict, and surprisingly, they were excellent. The fruit was good, the coffee and juice plentiful, and I can now say I’ve had a decent breakfast on an airplane. (The trick is going to Sydney in First Class, I guess).
About an hour out of Sydney (I love the airshow, by the way) I went to change back into my respectable clothes. Coming out of the lavatory the flight attendant yelled, “Sir!” For a minute, I thought I had done something terrible! Then she said, “Would you and your friend like a bottle of wine?” I was surprised (and relieved), and she asked what kind we drank. I said we like merlot, and she said she’d bring it out. Smiling, I told my other half about this exchange and he thought it was incredibly nice. The flight attendant came out with the wine and we thanked her profusely. It wasn’t even really the wine, it was the gesture itself that was touching.
As I said, above and beyond.
So, with light hearts, we descended into a grey drizzly Sydney and landed (along with every other overseas airline). Getting off the plane, the concierge person checked our names off the list and told us where to go for the Arrivals service (which we declined to use, because we just wanted to lug our stuff to a hotel ONCE, not twice). Once through Immigration, the concierge people were at the baggage claim to make sure our luggage came through (and it was pretty much the first few bags on the conveyor belt).
Overall, it was a superb flight. The service, food, wine, and seats were all first-rate. Really, it was the flight attendants that made the difference (as I would find out on our return). I even asked if they would work the March 12th flight back to LAX, but alas they were scheduled to do the March 14th SYD-LAX run. I would unhesitatingly recommend United First to anyone. I feel I got my 240,000 miles worth of value, and in fact, I think it is one of the better points to value deals in the program. My other half, who had never been in overseas First Class before, looked at me and said, “you know, I’m spoiled. I can’t fly any other way now.” I had been in International First Class before, but this was a better experience.
Up next will be my Qantas experience SYD-CNS-SYD. Here’s a preview: It was a surprising disappointment.
P.S. I would like to thank FlyLots publicly for all of his recommendations of things to do and places to eat in Australia. It made our vacation MUCH better.
The following is an attempt at a trip report. I hope you like it. But if you don’t, too bad.
After months of planning, waiting, and praying (for no United strike), the day came to leave for our 2 week journey to the land where the air is clean, the people are friendly, and the US dollar buys a lot more. No, not Canada. Australia! My partner and I were eager to go to our first Mardi Gras, and then head up to Cairns for some r&r in the tropics. The following is a report of our airline experiences on United (LAX-SYD-LAX) and Qantas (SYD-CNS-SYD). I would love to go into detail about our experiences IN Australia, but I can’t, as this is a family site. Actually, I just don’t have the time. But trust me, Australia is now my most favourite foreign country (yes, even above Italy). The people are phenomenal (I need to get “no worries” printed up on a t-shirt). Some observations about Australia:
1. A burger “Australian” style means “Add beets” – blech
2. If you wear shorts in Australia, apparently you need to where the shortest shorts out there (especially if you are male).
3. The people are gorgeous (men and women alike) and friendly.
4. Vegemite looks and smells like congealed soy sauce. I can’t imagine why they though, “yum, breakfast food!”
Anyway, on to the part that you actually want to read about:
Feb. 26th
LAX-SYD
United Airlines #815
Boeing 747-400 (no, don’t ask what registration number it was)
Departed 10:25 pm, Arrived 7:30am-ish on the 28th
Last April, I used up 240,000 United miles to get 2 First Class tickets LAX-SYD. Although the flight left at 10:10pm, I told my partner we were going to be there 3 hours early. My other half indicated that because we were first class, we wouldn’t have to wait in long check-in lines or anything like that. I told him that long lines were not my concern, it was the desire to be in the International First Class lounge and eat and drink for free that was driving my desire to get there early. So, we zoomed through surprisingly light LA evening rush hour traffic and showed up ready to check in. We get out of the car and he says, “you remembered to bring all of the information that we have so diligently collected over the past few months.” Of course I didn’t. All the articles, the guide books, the brochures, were all tucked away safely at home. Needless to say, he was not very happy with me. Of course, I turned it around saying if they were that important he shouldn’t have made me responsible for bringing them, so really it was HIS fault we didn’t have them. Needless to say, that didn’t go over too well.
So, we went into the check-in area of Terminal 6. There were already people in line checking in for Auckland and Sydney. I looked for the International First Class check-in, and I couldn’t find it. So, we stood in the Biz Class check-in line. The agent looked at our tickets and said, you should go to the first class check in area. I said that would be great if I could find it, and he pointed us to an office to the side. Oh! So we were ushered into the First Class office. Four loud Brazilians were being checked in on their flight. The woman was yelling, “I cannot face left on the airplane”, apparently after the agent tried to give here a seat on the A-side of the cabin. Cannot face left? We were definitely in the first class area now! So, the agent printed out another ticket, and the loud woman seemed satisfied with her new seat – 4J. I looked at our tickets – 4E & 4F, and I, of course, had 4F. The thought of 14+ hours next to this woman made me cringe. Things were not starting out well at all.
The Brazilians left, and we were checked in with no problem. We looked at the clocks on the wall trying to figure out the time difference between Los Angeles and Sydney. “So, if it’s 7pm here, and 2 o’clock in Sydney, is it 2am or 2pm?” “Is it plus 19 hours?” “Is it minus 5 hours plus one day?” We finally figured it out. (If it is 7pm in Los Angeles, it is 2pm in Sydney the next day). The nice agent printed out our boarding passes and our “Arrivals” invitations. I asked how full the flight was, and she said there were about 20 empty seats in economy, and everything else was full.
After the standard shoe check/ body cavity search through Security, we headed straight for the international First Class lounge in Terminal 7. We showed our credentials, and stowed our bags. I think the First Class lounge in LAX is great. You barely feel like you’re at the airport (except for the planes outside the window). They had the usual array of finger sandwiches, salmon rolls, veggies, and alcoholic beverages, to which we helped ourselves immediately. Our Brazilian friends were there, so we made our way to the other side of the lounge (although we could still hear their conversation). So we ate and drank, a precursor to our activities on the airplane. We wanted to watch “Smallville”, but Frasier was on the TV and people were watching it so we supposed it would be rude to change the channel. Oh well.
Finally, at 9:45, they announced they were taking us to our flight to Sydney. They lined us up, checked our passports and boarding passes, and we marched down to Gate 76 in a single file line, much like when we were in Kindergarten. Just as I passed the check-in counter, the agent was explaining to someone that “The first class cabin has checked-in full, so go back to your lowly Business Class seat, scum.” OK, maybe she didn’t use those exact words.
On to the plane we went, and did that left turn off the jetway that I love – the turn into first class. Immediately, coats were hung, drinks were offered, menus handed out, amenity kits offered, and I reacquainted myself with the FirstSuite (I had flown United Int’l First once before IAD-CDG-LAX). We were served champagne, and I browsed through the newspapers. I chose a Wall Street Journal, a Sydney Morning Herald, and an Australian. I like reading the news of the country I’m visiting. Australia had some interesting news. Apparently the government said some refugees had thrown their babies off of a boat. The government apparently was trying to create ill-will against the refugees. Then they admitted they made the story up. And some leader in the Government said that a 14-year old girl who had been raped by a priest really was a predator, and the poor priest had been entrapped. Apparently not everyone agreed with that take on the matter. As I said, interesting (if weird) news.
Prior to departure, something happened that has never happened on any flight I’ve ever been on: The pilot came down to our cabin and discussed the flight with us in person. He told us about the Sydney weather (some showers), the flight time (13+ hours), and how much the plane weighed at take-off (875,000 pounds). He then asked if we had any questions. Well, I was too much in shock to think of a question, and I guess everyone else was too, because nobody asked one. I realized later I should have asked him to turn on Channel 9, because it was off for the whole flight. Anyway, it was a nice experience to have the pilot come down and talk to us. I think they should do that more often.
By the way, if 2 people are travelling together in United First on a 747, I recommend either 4E and 4F (the seats we were in), or 1A and 1J (in the very nose of the plane. Actually, 1A and 1J would be my first choice, because they have a window in addition to being close together. I would discourage seats 5E and 5F, because frankly they are closer to the galley and noisier. If you are a single traveller (meaning travelling alone, not if you are currently unattached) I would STRONGLY recommend against 5A or 5J. I walked past those seats during the flight, and they are practically IN the galley.
Things were looking up: Apparently the loud Brazilians were going to Auckland, as none of them boarded our flight. Whew (although it would have made for an interesting flight, I am sure). We pulled back from the gate around 10:25pm, taxied to runway 35L, and took off to the West and out over the Pacific.
Thus commenced one of the best flights I’ve ever had on any airline. I’m sure people will argue that I should experience Trans-Pac First on an Asian carrier, but since I haven’t, oh well. This was a great flight!
The First Class cabin was staffed by 4 mature (not older) female flight attendants. Some people have said the more mature United flight attendants are more like prison matrons. Well, not these four. Within a few minutes after take-off, they were scurrying around the cabin, offering drinks and taking menu orders. Here’s the menu:
FEATURED WINES
United selects its wines in blind tastings governed by the Office International de la Vigne et du Vin in France.
Champagne
Brut, Dom Perignon
White Wine
Alsace
Pinot Gris 1999 Reserve, F.E. Trimbach
Chardonnay
Sequoia Grove Carneros 1998
Red Wine
Bordeaux
Haut-Medoc 1996, Chateau Latour-Carnet
Merlot
Louis M. Martini Russian River Valley Reserve 1996
REGIONAL WINES
Selected flights to and from Australia
Shiraz
Kangarilla Road McLaren Vale 1999
BEVERAGES
Apertifs and cocktails
Spirits and liqueurs
Beer
Sandeman’s Porto will be offered during the main meal’s dessert.
Starbucks coffee will be available throughout the flight.
TO BEGIN
Smoked salmon and spiced shrimp
Cucumber and onion salad
MAIN COURSE
Filet Mignon with garlic onion ragout
Creamy manshed potatoes and vegetable medley
Roasted duck confit with demi-glace
Sweet potato mousse and green beans
Sauteed halibut with hoisin butter sauce and spinach noodles
Shiitake mushrooms and tomato sesame salsa
THE EARLY SEATING MEAL
If you would like more time to work, relax or sleep, we offer a complete meal served all at once.
Cream of asparagus soup
King crab leg with fennel and haricot vert salad
Eli’s Praline cheesecake
DESSERT
International Cheese Sampler - Double Gloucester, Castello blue and Swiss Gruyere cheese
Ben & Jerry’s ice cream with sundae toppings
Fresh seasonal fruit
MIDFLIGHT SNACK
Please help yourself to assorted treats between the two main meals. Hot sandwiches are available upon request.
PRIOR TO ARRIVAL
Your selected entrée will be served with fresh seasonal fruit and breakfast breads.
Scrambled eggs Benedict with smoked salmon
Hollandaise sauce
Apple cinnamon brioche French toast
Maple cream and Canadian bacon
(That’s too much work to transcribe the menu!)
I, of course, chose the filet. Screw the diet! Then she asked me a surprising question: How would I like it cooked? My mind immediately pictured a chef somewhere in the back working over a grill. “Medium rare,” I told her, dubious that it could be accomplished at 35,000 feet. Hell, Black Angus screws it up half the time. My other half chose the halibut. We were then offered a choice in movies. There was nothing worth choosing, frankly. I chose “Curse of the Jade Scorpion” with Woody Allen & Helen Hunt. My significant other chose “Bandits” with Bruce Willis, Billy-Bob Thornton, and Cate Blanchett (an Aussie).
Wine was offered, and I chose the Bordeaux (excellent). Before too long, the appetizer of smoked salmon and spiced shrimp was delivered on the United china. It was delicious, as was the cucumber and onion salad. I declined the roll (too many carbs – as I drank another glass of wine).
The filet came out and I’ll be darned if it wasn’t medium rare. It was juicy, tasty, and fattening, all the things I look for in a filet. By this time, I was feeling full, and that was BEFORE the cheese and grapes were brought out. After a couple of slices of the cheese and the grapes, the moment I dreaded came: The offer of the hot fudge sundae. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. Yes I could. No, I shouldn’t. Yes I should. No, I didn’t. I passed, and the flight attendant looked like I had slapped her. “You are declining the sundae?” “I’m full.” “But it’s real hot fudge.” “I’m feeling enormous.” “But I have whipped cream.” Arrrggghhh. Meanwhile, my partner in crime had no problems polishing off the halibut (I tried it and it was very good), and ate about half his sundae.
Trays were taken away, and took out my all-important sweats. I took them into the lavatory (no, the first class lavatory is not bigger than any other lavatory) and changed into my sleeping clothes and took off my contacts and deployed my glasses. By this point, my eyes were drooping from being tired, in a food coma, and somewhat tipsy (by the way, “more wine please!”). Whatever it was, I watched the movie more out of a weird sense of obligation than of an actual desire to see it. It was slow, Woody Allen was grating, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. My other half seemed to be enjoying “Bandits” much more, occasionally laughing. My movie finally ended, and I eagerly changed my seat into the bed. I then went and put my sweats on.
It is very quiet at the front of the plane, and I was out like a light. I think I fell asleep in the middle of thinking “I wonder if I will be able to sleep.” And for about 5 hours, I was great.
I woke up to a very quiet cabin. I looked around and realized I was the only person awake. Almost immediately a flight attendant came by to see if I needed anything – food, water, valium. Just kidding. She didn’t really offer food. I declined, and popped open my Bill Bryson book – “In a Sunburnt Country”. If you ever have visited Australia, or are going to visit, or just like to laugh, I highly recommend this book. I laughed out loud so many times I’m sure I disturbed some people. Whenever I do this, my other half will usually ask, “What’s so funny?” So I’ll read the passage aloud, and he’ll usually look at me like I just arrived from another planet and shake his head. Oh well, I think it’s funny. Fortunately, he was sound asleep.
I was offered the mid-flight snack of a hot roast beef and cheddar sandwich. It sounded really tempting, but considering I was still full from dinner, I declined.
Finally, people started stirring, and I knew we were closer to our destination. My partner woke up, and we chatted with the flight attendant. We told her it would be our first time in Sydney, our first time at Mardi Gras, and our first time in Australia. She went to the back and wrote a ton of suggestions for restaurants in and around Sydney, and recommended getting something to stand on to see the parade (preferably an apartment on the 2nd floor above Oxford Street). She told us about her flight attendant friend’s son and his partner and how much they enjoyed Sydney and Cairns. We thanked her for all the suggestions. As I said, this crew was above and beyond.
Before too long, we were asked for our breakfast choices. Now, normally breakfast is a meal I try to avoid on an airplane, simply because I don’t think I’ve ever had an edible breakfast ON an airplane, even in First. But what the heck? Anyway, we each ordered the eggs benedict, and surprisingly, they were excellent. The fruit was good, the coffee and juice plentiful, and I can now say I’ve had a decent breakfast on an airplane. (The trick is going to Sydney in First Class, I guess).
About an hour out of Sydney (I love the airshow, by the way) I went to change back into my respectable clothes. Coming out of the lavatory the flight attendant yelled, “Sir!” For a minute, I thought I had done something terrible! Then she said, “Would you and your friend like a bottle of wine?” I was surprised (and relieved), and she asked what kind we drank. I said we like merlot, and she said she’d bring it out. Smiling, I told my other half about this exchange and he thought it was incredibly nice. The flight attendant came out with the wine and we thanked her profusely. It wasn’t even really the wine, it was the gesture itself that was touching.
As I said, above and beyond.
So, with light hearts, we descended into a grey drizzly Sydney and landed (along with every other overseas airline). Getting off the plane, the concierge person checked our names off the list and told us where to go for the Arrivals service (which we declined to use, because we just wanted to lug our stuff to a hotel ONCE, not twice). Once through Immigration, the concierge people were at the baggage claim to make sure our luggage came through (and it was pretty much the first few bags on the conveyor belt).
Overall, it was a superb flight. The service, food, wine, and seats were all first-rate. Really, it was the flight attendants that made the difference (as I would find out on our return). I even asked if they would work the March 12th flight back to LAX, but alas they were scheduled to do the March 14th SYD-LAX run. I would unhesitatingly recommend United First to anyone. I feel I got my 240,000 miles worth of value, and in fact, I think it is one of the better points to value deals in the program. My other half, who had never been in overseas First Class before, looked at me and said, “you know, I’m spoiled. I can’t fly any other way now.” I had been in International First Class before, but this was a better experience.
Up next will be my Qantas experience SYD-CNS-SYD. Here’s a preview: It was a surprising disappointment.
P.S. I would like to thank FlyLots publicly for all of his recommendations of things to do and places to eat in Australia. It made our vacation MUCH better.