Australia, July 2015 Denmark my words
So by now, it was coming up for 7am local time. Boarding supposedly started at 0735 and I figure I'll eat on the plane rather than go to one of the restaurants here. In fact, I feel like a wander around the airport since it's kinda new to me (that quickfire change the previous Friday night didn't feel like a proper introduction).
There's a lot of people around and the shops are not desolate. It's daylight outside and this comes into the terminal. It's actually a pretty nice place, albeit just an airport. I guess it's similar to Hong Kong but without runway/apron views, and it's not as nice as Singapore. There are some fairly impressive art installations including a play area for kids, and a whole host of free-to-use big iMacs. Impressive. I look for my gate, C2, and it's pretty close and nothing is happening yet so I keep walking.
Doha looks kinda nice but kinda deserty.
Somewhere in there, I swear a see a football stadium.
I'm not sure what I expected Iraq to look like. It looks like this.
Once in the air I start with a pineapple and coconut smoothie and it is fantastic. Then I move onto champagne to go with my food and it's similarly fantastic. I take 15 minutes to rememer how to operate the arm rest, searching for a button repeatedly without remembering/noticing it's in the overall seat controls and very clearly labelled. We fly over Iraq. For some reason, I suddenly remember the thing on Kevin and Sally's fridge that was about a pizza making class where lunch was provided.