Australia, July 2015 Fourth time's the charm
Cathay have loads of lounges here - Bridge, Cabin, Pier, Wing, a landside one called The Arrival, and I think maybe another one. Plus there are lounges run by other oneworld alliance airlines that I think I'd be allowed in. But The Bridge was new to me, and closest, and I had blogging to do. Perched in the TV lounge, got a Tsing Tao beer, and blog I did, adding photos to all the stuff I'd already written about the first two flights and then writing the third on the hoof.
I really took very little advantage of the lounge tbh. There was loads of hot and cold food including a bakery, but I wasn't hungry. The booze came from a manned bar and I could have easily had more than just two tins of lager. The views over the apron were pretty great and I gawped at the Cathay 747 - my first ever business class flight was on one of those, so it's kinda to blame for everything.
I spoke to lots of people via Facebook - Kevin, Helen, Nige, Chris - and then upped sticks to go for a wander and see if there wasn't a lounge closer to my next flight's assigned gate, 68 - the furthest one away. As it happens The Pier is very close, but it closed for refurbishment just 3 days prior. Gah!
People were still boarding past 1850, which I didn't really understand. By this time I had received an introduction from my cabin attendant named Pie, and an amenity kit and menu. Despite the exact same model plane, to my surprise these were both different to the previous flight. I got totally unreasonably excited by the inclusion of a glasses cloth in the kit, and that it was different champagne. Yay business class!
During pushback, taxi and take off my eyes were struggling to stay open. If I'd managed this correctly, on this flight I should get a few hours decent kip and be virtually jetlag free for my 0600 arrival into Sydney. Actually, the captain had told us we'd arrive about 0540 but that there's a curfew, and also a tropical storm we might have to navigate around. Meh whatever.
I didn't want to sleep immediately though, so I tried out a supposed "comedy" called House of Lies. I like Don Cheadle, but was not impressed with the episode and a half I gave this (also pretty sure it's not comedy). So here comes a documentary about Evel Knievel during the food service. The main course curry was fantastic and I had moved off the bubbles and onto whisky.
I wake up feeling fairly well rested, just as the breakfast service is starting. It's about 0420 Sydney time. Breakfast is less sugary than on the previous plane and includes some half decent bacon but bland egg. The berry smoothies are delicious.
I fill out my landing card and the "Africa = Ebola" form...
... and watch the sun attempt to rise.
One of the numerous announcements tells us we'll land at 0625 and the temperature is 7 celsius. YES. I have escaped heat, finally!
This is the last Cathay flight of my trip, unless I can wangle a change to my route home. I'd quite like to do that tbh.