Melbourne airport – an underwhelming experience
Let me sum up this experience at the start, in one word.
I know it’s not much past post-Covid, but tell me, what were the airport administrators doing for two years, other than lamenting the lack of plane traffic and sitting on their hands? Did they think no one was ever going to travel again?
Let me suggest what they should have been doing, getting onto every one of the retailers that had to close, and making sure that from day one of reopening, it was back to pre-Covid.
Instead, it’s a desolate nightmare. There was only one dedicated Cafe and a bar and two bookshops down the Qantas end.
And the food was basically stale sandwiches and muffins. And if you don’t like muffins…
We had to walk a mile to get to the Cafe and get a decent cup of coffee and a toastie, which the Cafe itself and coffee and food scored a ten out of ten.
If you didn’t know it was there, God only knows what you would do if you wanted something decent.
Score out of ten for the Airport Administrators – minus 5
Since scoring that I had the unhappy experience of going to the men’s restroom. It was filthy. How hard could be for someone to check every half hour to clean up the obvious mess? I’ll let you imagine how that will affect their current score.
My other bugbear about airports is the scanning of bags before getting to the gate.
Melbourne for some reason has been the worst experience in quite literally the world because it is a complete mess, particularly if one thing goes wrong.
I hate it, and it was no better today and left me shaking, which only happens when I’m extremely stressed.
I can only hope it eventually gets better, but, sorry to say this but they’ve had nearly two years to get the process right and run much smoother, but it’s clear they’ve also just sat on their hands.
Maybe one day someone might do something about it, but we’re talking government here, and it takes them ten years just to create a green discussion paper.
So, not holding my breath.
Of course, in reading about the current parlous state of air travel throughout the world, it seems we are not the only ones having problems. I guess we should spare a thought for those going to Heathrow in London. The many times we’ve been there, it’s been borderline organized chaos, and yes, once, we had to wait an hour for our baggage, but now it seems it just disappears.
Glad I’m not going there any time soon.
But, soon, we’re taking the plunge again, and going to Hobart.
I’ll let you know how that goes.