When my daughter announced that she was leaving the UK NHS to move to Australia with her family as a GP, my response was “that’s OK, we’ll probably see more of you and the grandchildren, as we’re bound to fly out to visit.” I’ve been on long haul flights before – New York, Florida, Jamaica, Cape Verde. How bad could it be?
Until you’ve experienced real long haul, and I mean LOOOOOONG HAUL, you will never know the agony of two cattle class flights and a three hour stopover in Dubai. In the end you begin to think that First or Business Class may have been worth the many thousands of pounds after all.
To be fair, the cabin crew of Emirates try to make the experience as reasonable as possible by being super polite, plying you with food on a regular basis and providing a couple of digital servers worth of information, contact and entertainment (ICE), but there is no getting away from the fact that humans’ legs are meant to move and stretch regularly to avoid seizing up.
Adding other normal bodily functions into the mix, and you have the recipe for twenty four hours of total discomfort. The boys and girls dressed neatly in their beige and red or black uniforms try their best to ensure cleanliness and replenishment of the bathrooms, but you can be assured that when it’s your turn to disturb the sleeping person beside you to get to the facilities, that will be the one time that there is no toilet or hand tissue.
Then there is the issue of reclining seats and why? My son, whom we flew with to see the family, assured us that the back row of seats recline without the annoyance of someone behind pushing and shoving. That was OK on the way out, but because we were on the opposite side of the aircraft on the way back (row 66) the manufacturers had the audacity to place some emergency equipment behind the seats and there was zero reclining. This didn’t stop the people in front from pushing back, leaving the entertainment screen inches from our noses, and very little space to exit! Please Emirates, recline all or none!
Fortunately, for the first leg out and last leg return, we had managed to book extra legroom at the very front of the plane (row 41). As one envious fellow passenger observed, “it’s like first class without having to pay!”
Signing up for a special menu has its advantages and disadvantages. One has the benefit of being served at least 15 minutes before everyone else, but some of the offerings are strange, to say the least. Labels were added to the containers with “Low fat” and “Low cholesterol” but a description was missing on some of the main meals. It was not at all easy to recognise what foodstuff was in the containers, and one is reticent about putting an unrecognisable something into one’s mouth. And who in the northern hemisphere still eats tapioca or sago, for Apu’s sake? (For those of you who haven’t researched the origins of tapioca, which comes from South America, Apu is an Inca God.)
Embarking and disembarking varies depending on the airport. There’s only one usable gate at Gatwick, but they do have all three air bridges available, so loading and unloading is rapid. Dubai has every gate available with all three air bridges. But Brisbane has only one gate with two air bridges available, making both disembarking and embarking tedious, as well as being ‘miles’ from security. And Son’s family could not avail themselves of the simples ‘E-gates’ due to 5 and 2 yr old children.
Then there’s the intimidating and completely humourless Australian BorderForceBeWithYou guy. I had ticked the yes box for “medicines, steroids, illegal pornography, firearms, weapons or illicit drugs” on my Incoming Passenger Card, because of my 5mg Amlodipine prescription medicine. However, I was advised that I should have ticked ‘No’ to avoid being grilled. To be fair Bruce Vader changed the form to avoid intimate searches, but left me with the feeling I was to blame for slowing the process down.
Mind you, that was not the worst of my security troubles. Back in Gatwick, at the start of our journey, I made the unforgivable mistake of covering the edges of my electronic equipment with my totally unnecessary (in view of the Australian weather) coat, not removing the odd tissue and spectacles wipe from my pockets, leaving my metal studded belt on and forgetting the multi-tool with small blade inside said unnecessary coat. I very much hope that Mr UK Security Man enjoyed his new prize. However, on our way back, I breezed through security at Brisbane and Dubai, whereas my partner was drugs wiped and her carry on bag was checked.
So, after 24hrs outward journey, 18days in Queensland (including two 4hr drives to and from Bundaberg) and 24hrs back again, we returned to Blighty. A trip and a half, which we thoroughly enjoyed. But just to ensure we were welcomed back to the capital in the manner to which we had been accustomed, we had an hour long delay at the Dartford crossing for no discernible reason.
Next time, it will be taxi to the airport (hopefully Stansted), Premier or Business Class seats and three or four weeks.
