25 May 2011

Archive - NWI to new DUR inc KL, KQ, 1T and SA

Archive - NWI To New DUR Inc KL, KQ, 1T And SA

Norwich to Durban, via Amsterdam, Nairobi and Johannesburg, including Kenya Airways, 1Time, SAA and the new King Shaka International Airport in Durban


It was time to plan the annual trip to South Africa, to visit my wife’s parents and family, and once again to take our baby son. This would be the last time he would be under 2, and qualify for an infant ticket, but also the last time he would have to sit on our laps. My annual bonus from work arrived at the end of February, after the main January sale season had finished, so bargains were few and far between. However, we snagged a return from Norwich to JNB with KLM for a reasonable £1150 for the three of us (of which only £35 for the baby). The catch (or bonus if you are an A.netter) was an additional stop in NBO en route south, with NBO-JNB flown on KQ metal. So the total route was NWI-AMS-NBO-JNB-AMS-NWI. We then added domestic flights JNB-DUR-JNB with whichever airline was cheapest on the days we wanted to travel, which turned out to be 1Time to DUR and SAA back. Although we have been married for 3 years now, by accident our first two wedding anniversaries were spent abroad, (as was the wedding itself) so we tried to make sure this time we were away on the day. As it happened, our anniversary was the day we left, so we spent it on planes

Leg 1:
PH-OFO – F100 (up from a usual F70 on the route)

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Photo © C. Hendriks

Our alarm woke us at stupid o’clock (4am) for the scheduled departure of 06:20. We had packed the night before, and once we woke the baby we put his monitor in our luggage and waited for the taxi at 04:50 to take us to the airport. The airport only opens at 05:00 in the morning, and given that it is only 10 minutes away (I’ve walked it several times before) we were not too worried when the taxi was a few minutes late. On arriving at the airport, we entered the small terminal building and joined the queue for check in.

We had tried to check in online the night before, but it would not let us. It turns out that they had noticed we had the baby, and had moved us from our requested seats to the bulkhead seat on leg 2, giving us slightly more room. The flight passed quickly, as it usually does, and we landed smoothly on the Polderbaan and taxied to the apron, where the bus was waiting to take is to the main terminal. Load was around 60%.

Leg 2:
PH-BFA – B747 “City of Atlanta”

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It appeared that the B747 Combi originally scheduled for this leg had been subbed for a full-pax model, perhaps how they had been able to allocate us bulkhead seats as there was an extra passenger cabin. Even then, the flight appeared to be completely full, at least in Y.

Shortly after takeoff, my wife’s gluten free meal was served, and she ate it whilst I held Matthew (our baby). Then mine arrived, so we swapped over the child while I ate. Unfortunately I can’t remember what the meal consisted of. Matty had a short nap at one point, but to amuse him we had brough several toys and books for him to play with as well (nothing that made a noise though!) Fortunately for us, he is not yet walking at 17 months, he shuffles around on his bottom, so it is easier to make sure he doesn’t get into any mischief! Apparently I as a child was the same, not walking until nearly 2. Anyway, an ice cream was handed out mid-afternoon, and shortly before landing another light meal was presented, this time mine was a small pizza roll. Also at this point, an announcement was made that photography was strictly prohibited in Nairobi airport. This is a shame, as I was hoping for some interesting shots. As it was, it was dark by the time we landed anyway, and taxied to the terminal.

Leg 3:

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On entering the terminal, we discovered that arriving passengers were not segregated from departing passengers, and we were already in the departures area. It just remained to find the gate for the Johannesburg flight. We followed signs for “KQ Transfers”, and asked where to go – we were directed back where we had come from, from a gate further round. It should be pointed out at this point that the terminal in Nairobi is semi-circular in shape, with one long corridor, and various shops on both sides. Periodically is a gate, with its own security station leading to a holding room behind the shops on the outside of the ring, and airbridges leading down to docked aircraft. Nowhere did I see an electronic departures board, once we found the gate for JNB there was a printed sign saying “Joburg” hanging above the desk. Our boarding passes were checked, and we proceeded through the security to the holding room. Once there, we fed Matthew his tea (jarred food for ease whilst travelling) and just a few minutes later we were called forward for pre-boarding, together with another South African lady with a baby travelling alone. She too had come from a regional UK airport, and chosen this route due to cost (like us, nearly £200 cheaper per person than the direct AMS-JNB flight, and only taking 2 extra hours). We walked down the jetbridge to the aircraft, which I noticed was a 767 – not the scheduled 737. But when we got to the door, the ground agent opened the door to the exterior and said we needed to go down to the apron. He offered to carry the puchchair we had Matty in. Once down on the concrete, another agent carried the other lady’s pushchair down, and we were led to the correct 737 2 stands away. At this point I would have loved to take photos, but alas it was not allowed. From here we left the folded pushchairs at the bottom of the aircraft steps, and boarded. There was not a lot of room, and once everyone was on board (there were only one or two free seats) the guy sitting in the aisle seat (another South African coming from the UK via AMS) was asked if he minded moving – he readily complied, probably fearing screaming from the baby (of which there was not a peep!). For the most part, Matthew slept on Mummy’s lap, except during her meal, when he slept on mine. The gluten free meal on KQ deserves mention, as my wife says the hot, main meal was one of the best she has ever had on an aircraft, steak with potatoes and green beans, cooked to perfection, but the accompaniments were the worse – it was a standard meal tray, identical to the rest. It was just as well she didn’t eat the bread roll, as it was not a gluten-free one. This is a serious problem, and deserves KQ’s attention, due to the possible medical issues it could cause. My wife however was observant, and simply left the rest of the meal. The rest of the flight continued uneventfully, for the 4 hours. The maps channel was showing on the overhead screens after the new Karate Kid film, but it took forever for the language to scroll through to one in the latin script – first Chinese, then Arabic, then what appeared to be Ethiopian before Swahili and English. The flight landed at JNB, the last arrival of the night, ontime at around 23:30 and we picked up our luggage and headed to the car rental area. I had chosen Hertz, as they were the only company on their website that said they were open 24 hours, but on arriving, it seemed that every company’s office was still open at 1am! We picked up the car, a Honda Jazz (similar to what we own at home, but a newer model) and drove to my brother-in-law’s house in Centurion, to stay for a few days.

Leg 4:

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After a pleasant few days in Gauteng, visiting family and friends of my wife’s, it was time to head to Durban to her parents. I believe this may be the first report covering the new King Shaka International Airport, recently opened in Durban. We arrived early at the airport, intending to meet one of my wife’s uncles for breakfast. On getting to the checkin desk, though, we were turned away as they open flights strictly 2 hours before departure. Not a big deal, but we’d have to take our luggage to the restaurant level with us, and make sure we were back in time. We met the uncle for a late breakfast / early lunch in Spur (my wife’s favourite restaurant chain in South Africa) before going and checking in our luggage.

Security was a breeze, and we found our gate for DUR. I thought I photographed our plane, but the entry points on the gates slope down very gently, so the plane I saw from the window was actually the gate next to ours – it left early, making me wonder if we would be late leaving as there appeared to be no aircraft at the gate. No fear though, it was there!

View from the window at the gate. Our aircraft’s tail is just visible on the left.

We boarded and took our seats on the left side of the plane, the 2 seat side of the aisle. Takeoff was powerful, and we were soon en route. 1Time offer children a small package, which was nice of them, even though Matty is too small to appreciate it! It consisted of a booklet of colouring pictures and puzzles, a pack of coloured pencils, a pack of Jelly Tots, and some temporary tattoos of wild animals.

Once the service commenced, I pointed out that I had pre-paid for a food voucher – this was printed on my boarding pass, to the value of R25. We took two drinks and a pack of mixed nuts and raisins, but unfortunately the stewardess had to keep the boarding pass stub. It was soon time to descent into DUR, and the landing was smooth. We docked at a jetbridge, and noticed next to us the Kulula aircraft that departed JNB 10 mins before us, also parked next to us. The jetbridge itself had glass walls, but a fabric sheeting had been fastened around all the visible jetbridges, with advertising on the outside, hampering views and photo opportunities.

Once inside, we made our way down what seemed like a never ending passage to baggage reclaim, and went outside to meet my father-in-law, who was waiting for us.

We then drove to their house, in Pinetown, a suburb of Durban. Overall, the airport looked nice, clean, modern, but rather generic, but I’d get to see more on departure. It should be noted that the SA Roads agency have installed a toll booth on the sliproad from the airport spur road to the motorway heading towards the city – clearly an attempt to moneygrab from arriving passengers. There is no toll airport bound from the city.

We spent a pleasant couple of weeks with the in-laws, including a few days in the mountain resort town of Clarens, in the Free State, near the Golden Gate Highlands National Park. I also found out that I had very luckily won a competition! Courtesy of Air France, I had won flights, hotel and tickets for 2 to the Abu Dhabi Formula One Grand Prix! (check out the Air France UK Facebook page, and the update on 8th October – the original winner didn’t claim the prize, and I won the re-draw!) As I was due to be coming home from a couple of days in Prague on the day of departure, this meant that I needed to find another route home the day before, sacrificing the U2 ticket, and the absolute cheapest route home is by train to Berlin, and an FR ticket for EUR12 back to London from there. Anyway, we were in SA for the in-laws’ 40th wedding anniversary, and on the day after that it was finally time to leave to come home.

Leg 5:
ZS-SJF – B737

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My wife’s uncle came with us to the airport, as he was booked on the SAA flight before us – it was R200 cheaper, when he booked it the week before. Never mind, we checked in, and were pleasantly surprised when the agent offered to check our bags all the way home to Norwich.

She couldn’t give us our boarding passes for the later legs yet though. We then exited the terminal building on the arrivals level, as most of the refreshment options are in a separate building, and we could sit outside the Mugg and Bean coffee shop.

The famous statue of King Shaka and the cows – which has had the King removed, leaving the statue of just cows.

My wife persuaded her father to buy a ruby ring for her mother as a wedding anniversary present from the jeweller’s shop, and we had a quick drink, before we went through security. By this time, boarding was about to begin, and the gate was directly in front of the security checkpoint, so we didn’t really have long to explore airside, but I took a picture of our plane before we started boarding.

There was no pre-boarding announcement for passengers with children, elderly, or elite members. We boarded and moved down the plane. Load here was around 80%, and again the lady next to us on the aisle offered to move if possible – the stewardess agreed, she could move after takeoff. There was also an announcement that phones with a flight mode, such as mine HTC, were not allowed to be used at all, like regular phones. Shame as this was what I had been taking photos with.

There was a long taxi the length of the runway, and we took off. The announcement was made that as the new airport is so much closer to JNB than the old one, there would be one less drinks run, so we should order all drinks first time. We were then handed a small sandwich (pastrami or cheese) with a pecan pie. My wife had rice crackers with smoked salmon, and Matthew was given an infant meal consisting of a jar of baby food and a carton of apple juice. The rest of the flight was uneventful, except for the landing – bang, what a hard landing! It looked from just before that we were descending a bit fast, and my wife swears we bounced (I hope the undercarriage was ok), but apart from the jolt all was well.

Leg 6:
PH-BQM – B777 “Machu Picchu”

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Photo © Anthony Guerra-AirTeamImages

We exited, picked up the pushchair from the luggage enquiries office, and went outside to find my wife’s uncle. He was waiting for us, so we made our way over to international checkin to obtain our boarding passes, which we did, and then back to Spur, for a final meal with the uncle and brother-in-law and his family. By this time Matty was exhausted, so I walked him up and down a few times until he fell asleep. We had a nice meal, said our goodbyes, and went through security (the secondary once near the Gautrain station). I bought some duty free cigarettes for a colleague who’s asked for some, and my wife bought a couple of books and a bottle of water, before we headed to the gate. There were a couple of agents there checking passports, to make sure everyone had the right visa (or passport) to be allowed to enter Europe. Not a problem for us as I’m British and my wife and baby are both dual nationals, South African and British. We entered the holding area, and proceeded to the front area near the desks. Some time later, someone came and started cordoning off the front area, leaving us inside this area. There were some other priority boarders, also in the cordoned off area. Eventually boarding was called, and we were one of the first, even though there was no official pre-boarding.

Once again, we had been assigned the bulkhead seats, in the rear cabin.

There was another lady in the 3rd seat, who spoke very little English, or any other language that my wife or I could understand (Afrikaans, French, German). Turns out she was Czech. Boarding went as well as could be expected, and we took off on time, just before midnight. Once again, load was almost full, but there was at least one spare seat, as the Czech lady was asked if she wouldn’t mind moving, which she gladly did. Once airborne, we tried to get Matthew to sleep on my wife’s lap, but he was not interested – he is fascinated by everything, and wants to watch everything, even when he is exhausted! The steward said it would be ok to lay him on the floor (as long as we picked him up in case of turbulence) which we did. He was laid into a kind of nest made from pillows and blankets, and eventually fell asleep. My wife and I also dozed, but found it difficult to sleep properly in case either Matthew had woken up and wandered off, or we accidently kicked him whilst asleep. Meantime, my wife’s GF meal had arrived. It was a snack box with rice crackers and a fruit salad, along with a “hot snack” which was a piece of fish, with rice and a tomato sauce. My wife wasn’t hungry by this time (about 2am) so I ate her hot meal, before my own, which was a chicken curry. Neither was very large. We kept the rest of her food for later, which Matthew ended up eating the fruit salad himself. On waking, we fed Matthew his breakfast of cornflakes, and the fruit salad mentioned. Our own breakfasts arrived, almost identical omelettes with potatoes and mushrooms (except mine contained a sausage as well). We landed, smoothly this time, and taxied in to the gate. We waited until everyone else had left before gathering all our things, and leaving. AMS has signs partway along the jetbridge pointing our where to pick up and leave pushchairs, so we waited there. Nothing seemed to be happening, until one of the stewards asked if we were ok. We explained that we were waiting for the puchchair, and he went off to find out if it was coming. In the meantime, a ground agent came and gave us the pushchair, so we could sit Matthew down in it, as he is getting rather heavy to carry! We thanked the flight attendants, and continued into the terminal.

Leg 7:
PH-KZP – F70

We first wanted to go to the AMS baby care room, so Matthew could have a sleep, but it was full. All 7 cubicles had sleeping children with restless parents in them, so we left with other thoughts. We decided to head landside to get some food, and bought some overpriced ham and cheese in the supermarket next to the aviation hobby shop, and some chips and salad from Burger King. After eating, and feeding Matthew his lunch, we went up to the panorama terrace. Great views, despite the biting wind. I would certainly like to return in warmer weather!

We then headed back to the airside baby lounge, which was by now almost empty, and put Matthew down for a sleep, whilst my wife and I both dozed. It was soon time to head to our gate for the last leg of the trip, the hop over the North Sea to Norwich. These flights are usually from the non-Schengen bus gates at D6, along with most other UK regional departures. We passed the security and waited to board the bus. Pre-boarding consisted of us and two other couples with babies, we started chatting with one couple, a British girl with her Japanese husband, and their baby, making their first trip back to her parents for some years, indeed it was her husband’s first ever trip abroad. Then the agent came onto the bus to explain that the aircraft had a problem – they needed to change a tyre, so we would have to return inside whilst they did this. It would take about ½ an hour, which it did. Eventually we could all reboard the bus. The problem with bus boarding is that those of us with babies, whilst 1st on the bus, still we not first on board the aircraft, but the ground crew still tried to hold back every one else so we would have a chance to get Matthew settled. On board, we departed, using one of the close in runways this time, for the short flight. Service consisted of a cup of juice and a biscuit (similar to British Hob Nobs), which I ate whilst we fed Matthew a yoghurt. It was very windy on approach, but despite our fears landing was very smooth, but due to the short runway we had to brake heavily. We were last off the plane, and with a light drizzle to welcome us back to England, we ran to the terminal to pass passport control and collect our bags. We exited the terminal, and took the only taxi waiting, and we were home 10 minutes later.
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London, 4am

It wasn’t long before an N9 bus approached the bus stop outside Charing Cross station, and I got on and headed upstairs. There were a lot of revellers heading home, and some airport workers going to LHR for a an early shift. This ended up being my quickest ever trip, it only lasted about 10 minutes, probably because I fell asleep, only waking up outside the Renaissance Hotel. We arrived at the central bus station, and I headed inside, as it was freezing outside, and starting to rain. I had plenty of time until the flight, so I had a wander around Terminal 3, before heading to the Heathrow Express / Connect railway station to get to Terminal 4 (these services offer free transport between the terminals).


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I waited for my sister to arrive, she was driving but apparently the police had closed the approach road to T4 from the M25, and as she didn’t know the road layout near the airport, she did a U-turn and a complete circuit of the perimeter road to reach the T4 long stay car park. On her arrival in the terminal, we checked in using a kiosk machine, and then dropped off her case (I just had carryon – a small rucksack was fine for me, for 6 days away. I’d even taken a box of Shreddies breakfast cereal to my friend in Prague!)

Checkin at T4.

We went through security, and my sister bought a sausage and egg roll from Costa, which apparently didn’t taste so good. We also saw the Etihad Formula One A340 logojet, ready to operate the direct flight. We’d later see this machine there…

Etihad logojet.

Our flight was due to board, and did, with mainly business passengers. I’d have thought that most business traffic would use the Eurostar train, unless these were people connecting to long haul flights, and their companies not wanting to shell out for a direct, business class fare. Once on board, we settled ourselves for the short flight. Load was close to full, only one or two empty seats. We pushed back and made our way over to the northern runway for takeoff, with seemingly every other aircraft pushing in front of us in the queue to take off. Eventually we were on our way. We broke through the clouds, to some light turbulence, which lasted almost the whole flight. A service was undertaken, consisting of drinks and a bag of olive breadsticks. The new, modern, minimal style of service. We then stated our descent, and landed without issue, before seemingly taxiing across to 2E satellite. I’d never connected at CDG before, but read some horror stories on here, so I was hoping all went well.


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Our connecting flight to Abu Dhabi was departing from 2F, so I was gearing myself up for a bus ride, when the signs to 2F directed us down a passageway, and we were then under the next terminal. Through security, and we were in a crowded lower level of the departure lounge. There were even more people on the main level, with a huge crowd gathered round our gate, the next one at the tip of the lounge bound for Montreal, and the Dubai flight opposite.


We managed to get on though, and boarded. I had picked seats near the back, on the A side, so we had our 2 seats between the window and aisle. We were on board early enough to be able to use the overhead locker above our seats, some people really seemed to bring huge cases on board and this filled up the lockers very early.

On board.

On each seat was a pillow, a blanket, and an amenity kit (yes, Air France still has these in Economy class) which consisted of an eyeshade, ear phones and a refresher towel.

Amenity kit, and legroom, combined in one shot!

I searched through the IFE and found that there was a nose camera, which was already on – so I switched to it, and watched the ground activity gradually move away. We pushed back, only 20 mins or so late, and headed to the runway and took off behind an MEA flight to Beirut. As an aside, is it just me, or do the engines on an A330 look small compared to the fuselage? Or maybe on long haul twins I’m just used to the huge power plants on a 777? J Also to note, some firsts on this flight. My first AF long haul flight, my first A330 (there was a time last year when I was going to break this duck on an EK A330 on the DXB-DUR route) and my first time to the Arabian peninsular. I’ve been to the middle east before, visiting Egypt and Israel in 2005, but fortunately my passport expired in the meantime so no Israeli stamp for me currently. Back to the flight. Menu cards were handed out, I can’t remember the meal choices though. Then the meal service. I was quite hungry by this point, it being some hours since the early morning McDo. The food was good (for an airline Y meal) with tasty accompaniments (bread and camembert cheese) and salad. There was also a good view out of the window, as we followed the line of the Alps. Soon though it got dark, and I fell asleep. I woke for the pre-arrival snack, a tuna sandwich simply wrapped in cling film, and drink service. Not long later, we landed more or less ontime at midnight, local time. We disembarked and entered the weird AUH terminal with its blue and yellow inverted mushroom design. It was easy to find the passport control, where the queue took almost an hour (taking 2nd place in my longest wait at passport control list, after IAD). Now, I had read online of a public bus heading to the city, but the airport information desk told me that there was no bus, but they sold pre-pay taxi vouchers. This immediately sounded alarms, so I declined and went outside to look for the bus. After a few minutes, my sister said she was getting a taxi anyway, so I asked the driver of one of the Etihad coaches to Dubai where the public bus stop was. He directed me to the upper level outside T3, only 200m or so away. I thanked him and my sister and I made our way there. There was one guy waiting, and he said the next bus was due in 5 mins (they run every 45 mins at night) and it duly arrived. Dh3 each later, we were on board heading to the city. So much for Airport “Information”…

Abu Dhabi

We arrived in the city, and the guy we spoke to earlier pointed us in the direction of our hotel, the Novotel. We thanked him and walked the 500m or so to the hotel, checked in and hit the sack. We missed breakfast the next morning, but had the whole day to sight see.

View from our room.

There’s not a whole lot to see in the city, but we headed to the Corniche, for a walk and found a couple of Geocaches. (profile name on geocaching.com: signol) We had a tasty local shwarma for lunch, and plenty of water – man was it hot. We had tea in the food court of a shopping centre nearby, and went to bed early. The next day, Saturday, was the day of qualifying. The paperwork that came with our tickets said that there were 3 park and ride sites: one on the road towards Dubai, one on the outskirts of the city at the national stadium (Sheik Zayed Sports City) and one was at the waterfront Marina Mall. So we went to the mall, no sign of busses for the F1, and on asking someone at the information desk we were advised to go to the stadium – no park and ride here, there was a mistake in the literature. There was a bus from the mall to the stadium (no. 54) so we went that way. On arrival, we saw the P&R signs, and a huge line of busses waiting for people. We headed to the track. From our seats, we could see almost 1/3 of the whole track, the marina, Yas Hotel and Ferrari World and roller coaster.

View from our seats.
Video of the view from our seats.

Between final practice and qualifying, we had a walk around the stands offering food, drinks (there was a tent selling alcohol, beer at Dh35 (over £6!)) and Etihad promotional material, where you could try out their business class seats. There was also one single tent handing out free water, that was some way between stands, and the water was by then quite warm as it was taken out of the fridges before having a chance to properly cool. We saw the qualifying, and found that the people next to us had also won their tickets, from Air France, from their Ireland Facebook page. The next day, we had to check out of the hotel before going to the race, but they were able to look after our bags. I also bought my wife some pearl jewellery, as this is traditional from the UAE. We went to the race, saw the Etihad A340 flypast, it seemed to be going back and forth over the circuit for about 15 mins! and what a race it was too (Congratulations Vettel!) and then had to get our bags from the hotel before heading back out to the airport. We found the bus stop in the city without any problems, at the Al Ittihad bus station (opposite the British embassy) and weren’t waiting for long before a bus arrived to take us back to the airport.


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All bags had to be scanned before checkin, I guess this is normal in this region? Or so I’ve read on here. We made it through, and then had plenty of time before our flight. My sister bought some camel milk chocolate, and I some cigarettes for a colleague – they cost less than ¼ of the UK price here. We had an overpriced Costa hot chocolate and cake, and made use of the free wifi on our phones, before “boarding” was called.

AUH airport. I later saw a “No photography” sign. Oops.

Although boarding in this case meant shepherding everyone into a holding room, before the actual boarding started. There seemed to be some Renault team guys on the place too, about 10 guys in team polo shirts, not looking too happy (but their guy had at least held up Alonso).

View out of the window, before departure. LH next door.

We boarded, and once airborne I fell asleep. There was food, but I can’t remember what it was, or even if it was a snack or meal, sorry. I do remember my sister having champagne with hers though. Even though I barely sleep on planes, I woke up near Paris, still in the dark, as we were landing. We docked at 2E, and fortunately our Heathrow flight was also from 2E, so no terminal transfer required this time.

Arriving at CDG


Our plane, viewed from terminal.

We passed security and headed to the gate.


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At the gate, there were two queues, one for business (and first, and status frequent fliers) and one economy. It seemed like ¾ of passengers were in the business queue, and so it transpired – the business section on the A321 was easily 2/3 of the length of the aircraft.


Still dozy, the service on this flight was drinks, and croissant or pain au chocolat. On landing, whilst waiting to disembark, (we were in the last row) I spoke to the 2 crew at the rear galley, about my time working for AF in the language school. They knew it well, though the staff has changed.

BSOD on the baggage hall screen.

We made our way out, found the car park shuttle, made it to my sister’s car, de-iced it (what a contrast) and headed home – she dropped me at my house for a sleep before I went to work a night shift that night, and she went home.

Overall remarks, it was a fascinating trip, made better by the fact that it was won. It was just a shame that my wife couldn’t come with me, but these things happen. I now have no flights booked, but the plan is to take my wife (and son) to New York for her birthday in April.

There are some more pics, especially of Abu Dhabi, on my Flickr page: