Project Konigsberg #2 New york? new york
Dorney lake, I think? 2012 rowing venue.
Strange racecourse and strange marina unconnected to a larger body of water.
Davidoff Classic were purchased and I set off back to the escalator. Oh. There's no escalator back up. Hmm. The entrance to the north lounge is on the same level as security but all the shops are down beneath, and now I don't know how to get back up there. Another wander and ooh, here's a lift. Thank fuck. Back into the lounge and get my bag out and go grab my favourite seat again and a beer.
The lounge was fucking heaving. Quite uncomfortably so. Almost every table had crockery and cutlery and glasses and what have you on it, because there's simply too much going on for the staff to keep up with. Ho hum. I added the previous blog post and chatted online with Chris, Nige, Mark, and Helen, as well as doing the whole narcissism thing on Facebook. And cancelling my original return flight, since I'm pretty bloody confident this ticket is sticking now.
It was about 2.5 hours until take off and the gate was apparently going to be announced at 1455. An extravagantly posh man ran over my left foot with his suitcase on wheels and I ate some butternut squash chilli with pasta. My phone beeped and told me I'd be boarding on a C gate, which is shit news because the C satellite is miles away and has no lounge and just meh.
Another beer and an hour to go and I thought, ah fuck it, let's go. Stopped at the ATM to withdraw some USD at a less than generous exchange rate, paying the premium just so I'm ready as can be once I get stateside. I had planned to use the walkway to the satellites but in the end the idea of the monorail got the better of me, obviously, and I shared a carriage with a bunch of Chicago-bound crew.
Reached gate C56 way too fucking early. This is the gate where I nearly missed one of my planes to Johannesburg 12 months ago. There were loads of people around and nothing was happening, so I wandered over to the other side of the terminal to stare at some A380s. Soon the infirm and those with kids were allowed on, and then club world and first. I fantasised about being upgraded since the flight was pretty full and I've a shiny card, travelling alone, etc...
The club world and first queue was full of people not travelling in club world and first, so thinned out pretty quickly when the gate agents turned people away and I got to the gate and there was no beep, no upgrade. Soon in seat 16A, one of the only 4 seats in the cabin where you don't have to climb over anyone nor be climbed over to reach the aisle. Couldn't put my bag in the correct overhead locker because it was full of headsets. Bleurgh.
Turned down a newspaper but accepted a champagne, which was much nicer than the mini-bottle on the previous flight. Couldn't remember how to use the seat and surrounds because it's about 18 months since I flew club world, and longer since I flew it even approaching sober. Took me a fair while to realise my table did actually work, likewise the privacy divider. Given how annoyed I was by the guy in the seat facing me still being on the phone while we were taxiing for take off I'm glad the divider worked in the end.
A Qantas A380 lands and it's 4.15pm and I think, what? I'm sure there's only 2 of them a day and they land at 9am and 1pm. We were delayed for some vague reason and the cabin was roasting; I fell asleep for 15 minutes and we were yet to take off. Eventually we were in the air half an hour after scheduled time and I picked a couple of films from the entertainment system. Everyone loves Jason Statham, right?
The menu looked appetising but I'd pre-ordered. Then they came to ask what i wanted to eat and I said I'd pre-ordered and they said, really? We have no record of that, what did you order? And I couldn't remember so fuck it, I'll have the cod... wait, did I pre-order the cod anyway?
Uninspiring leaves. Nice prawns.
Marks for style: 1; marks for taste: 8.
Crackers, not oat cakes? No port?
This did not taste as grainy as it looks.