Brisbane to Melbourne – First time flying after the pandemic
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So, it’s the end of the restrictions induced by the pandemic, and against my better judgement, we’re travelling again.
The pandemic is not over, it’s just we’ve moved it to one side and trying our best to ignore it. Try as we may, it ain’t going nowhere.
But we can’t all stay locked up forever.
It’s been over two years since we’ve been to Melbourne where our relatives are, and it’s going to be a two-and-a-half-hour flight, wearing masks, and hoping against hope there’s no one with Covid on the plane.
It’s a forlorn hope, by the way.
These days people have it but aren’t isolated because they can’t afford to. All the government handouts are finished, making it impossible for people not to be working.
Of course, the country had a very high vaccination rate, and I’m covered, having just had a booster. If comes died to susceptibility, and so far I’ve managed to avoid it, even with my better half working in an office where nearly everyone has had Covid at some time or other, and at a stage where it could be passed on
Perhaps it’s just been blind luck.
Going on this plane will be a good test.
We decided to park the car for the six days in the long-term car park. We were going to get dropped off but it was wet, raining very hard, and the roads were a nightmare, with ghastly traffic jams.
Our driver would have been out recently licence’s granddaughter and it would have been too much for her, even though she wouldn’t say no.
The walk from the car park was long but direct. Sometimes it can be convoluted when having to park on the higher floors. We’re on the ground, and it’s easy just to jump in the car and drive out.
Inside the terminal building, its masks on. This place doesn’t recognise the end to mask restrictions, so the threat of covid I’d very real. I hope they got that memo on the plane.
It would be pre-flight entertainment if they had to bodily drag a dissenter off kicking and screaming, or dies that only happen in America?
The food choices are still as appalling as they were before the pandemic, and I still don’t get why all the reasonably good choices are down one end, and, you guessed it, not the end we’re departing from.
I go for a walk, but an angry customer returning half-cooked food puts me off everything until I got a chicken schnitzel roll, which after I got it failed to show any sign of chicken, schnitzel or otherwise.
It did have ham, slightly dry around the edges, cheese, tomato, and lettuce, sad the roll itself was quite tasty, so a three out of ten for trying.
The price, like all airport food, nearly broke the bank. But here’s the thing, they wouldn’t charge it if people didn’t pay it, so it’s everyone else’s fault!
Of course, we wouldn’t need to buy food, if you could call it that, before getting on the plane if the miserly airlines weren’t cutting costs, i.e. food, to make that extra buck to put in the CEO annual bonus.
Once, the meal options were quite good, but over time, these have got less and less and less, until now if you get a cookie, you’re lucky.
It will be interesting to see how further the standards have fallen, anywhere hearing sane said CEO wailing about not being able to fly during the pandemic, showing that he is more concerned about profits than passenger safety.
All while everyone else is citing the mantra, ‘your safety is our priority’. I guess one day the message might come from the top down, but I won’t be holding my breath.
I read up on the safety procedures they implement in between flights so I’m expecting to get on a disinfectant-smelling plane with shiny clean surfaces. It would be a huge improvement over that which prevailed before the pandemic where planes could be anything from apparently clean to don’t look below the surface.
Like I said, having not flown for so long, and the fact the pandemic is anything but dead and buried, there are so many things that could go wrong.
Meanwhile, we’re sitting in the gate lounge ticking off the minutes before boarding. No matter what changes Covid had brought, that will be the same, people ignoring the seat road loading instructions and others pushing in as though the plane might leave without them if they didn’t.
Good News!
The incoming flight is here, 20 minutes before boarding time, so we’re going to be late leaving.
Or will they sacrifice the deep cleanse?
Stay tuned.
News flash… 9ur crew is coming in on another flight which is running late, no, just landed, so they have to finish up there, and come on over, go through pre-flight, and then we can board.
Yep, we’re going to be late leaving. Who would have guessed?
Boarding as always is amusing but it’s made even more so by the constant reminder to keep our distance from other passengers, and if you can’t, and as you know sardines have nowhere to go, we should rely on the mask.
Wow. These people seem to think masks will save us. Sadly, they won’t, but they know that. But it looks good and makes them feel better while cramming people into their small planes.
We were supposed to leave at 6:15 pm. The late arrival of the operating aircraft and waiting for the crew from yet another late-arriving aircraft takes its toll.
Good news though. More time to clean the plane. It looks clean, but there’s no tell-tale disinfectant aroma, so what did they do?
6:37 push back. Overall, it’s not a bad result, pushing back 22 minutes late. It’s time, they say, they can make up in the air.
They allow 2 hours and 20 minutes for the end-to-end departure and arrival from and at the gate. The actual flying time, give or take, is 1 hour and 45 minutes, so we have 45 minutes for taxiing.
6:47 take off, so 1 hour 45 minutes added means we have a touch-down time of 8:32. Our scheduled arrival time was 6:15 plus 2 hours and 20 minutes, so it would be 8:35. Three minutes from touch-down to disembarking at the gate.
I don’t think so.
We’ll just have to wait and see.
I must have dozed off for a few minutes because the next thing that happens is food service, and it’s going to be arancini balls, which I like, so it sounds good. But it’s airline food so it will be interesting
Something else that’s bordering me, the woman on the seat next to me gas a persistent cough. Mask or no mask this is a problem, especially if she had Covid, and doesn’t know it yet. Or it’s symptomatic or something else.
I’m immuno-compromised so anything floating around in that tin can I’m likely to be susceptible to. Time will tell if it’s serious.
Past that fear, the balls were delicious, all four of them, and a coke for a drink. We’ve moved on from tea and coffee, and polite flight attendants, because they insisted, that we keep masks on till after they passed handing out the food.
It shows the staff have no faith in the company’s health directives, so they know each flight they’re dicing with death.
Scary thought.
But, all’s well that ends well, and we make up the time and end up being 7 minutes late which is acceptable in anyone’s language.
8:37 on the runway with a bang, the pilot or co-pilot has not fully learned the subtle art of getting the plane on the ground at the end of a gentle drop from the sky. Those asleep are unceremoniously wakened, thinking the plane has crashed.
8:42 at the gate. It’s always a short time from landing to gate, the pilot wants to get an early night. It would not be the first time we are leaving the plane and the pilots are long gone. One of the advantages of being at the front of the plane!
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My take on travelling by plane in the post-pandemic world, it’s too soon and vaccinated or not, we are all still susceptible to getting the virus and it is killing us. I have to travel home yet, but I have to hope the lady in the next seat hasn’t hexed me.
Not after dodging it for so long by keeping myself safe, a proper distance between me and the rest of the world, and keeping away from those in isolation, because those few I could trust would stay in isolation.
For the rest of the world, when money is the driving object to disobey or flout the rules, they become a serious problem, one that nothing is going to overcome, and therefore we will quite feasibly never get rid of the virus.
Let’s hope the trip back is less traumatic.
