So after all we did take off from Christchurch and we’re now travelling NW over that bit of the Pacific that’s called the Tasman Sea. Funny thing is Abel Tasman discovered the tiny New Zealand but left Australia to Captain Cook. Anyway, so far in this flight I find cool: the toilets, the outside cameras mounted on the craft and, mainly, the leg room in the economy class cabin. I find very un-cool that I yet don’t know, having left two hours late, if I’m gonna catch my next flight.
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One hour to Sydney now. I’m getting a bit optimistic about catching my fly to Dubai but I don’t contemplate rushing through the terminal with no bloody break and jumping straight into a 15, hour flight. What else is cool or not? They have laptop chargers in all seats except for the one in front of me (that’s both cool and un-cool, of course), the fruit basket I had pre-ordered was good, I’m no vegetarian, but at times it’s ok to have a break from fatty meats and rich sauces. Not so good is that the flight attendants, of which Emirates seem to have plenty (and of plenty nationalities), don’t show up unless they must, seem forgetful and there is no spirit of real customer service, as if they are your boss and the do the job just for the money. I guess that’s right anyway. I think there may just be these two in my sector. The plane itself seems ok, as it was to be expected. We now cruise at 36000 feet, which seems damn high and I expect to start descending soon. And if you read this in the near future, that means I have landed in Sydney and found internet there.