Today started off crazy. We arrived at the airport at 0600 and our flight wasn’t scheduled to leave until 08:15, which we thought would give us ample time to make our flight. However, we showed up at the airport to a massive line for our check in since JetStar airline apparently doesn’t allow on-line check in.
The view of the line extending through the terminal.
When we finally made it to the counter, the staff were surprised when we told them we had a layover in Sydney for the night. This was mildly disconcerting for our bags as they had been tagged for retrieval in Auckland. We stood in lines for two hours and ended up running to our gate. Way to go TSA! I am currently sitting in front of a family of Aussies with the most ill behaved children I have EVER come across on a flight. They all won’t stop the screaming and the kicking and the fighting and the blah blah blah. I am loosing my f*@$ing mind and have found solace in a small bottle of wine paired with a shooter of Gentlemen Jack that Dave, God bless him, sent me on with. As if the children weren’t bad enough we are sitting in front of the busiest lavatory on the plane and it appears that everyone ate their Activia this morning. It’s been a literal non-stop shit fest the entire flight, followed by air freshener attacks by the flight attendants.
Lavatory that just couldn’t take anymore.
We really screwed ourselves on this budget flight. If I could pay $500 to go up to first class at this point, I would in a heartbeat.
On a brighter note we just crossed the International Date Line and the Equator, something I have always dreamed of.
Officially “down under”
Guess it was one of those dreams that was planted in my early days of spinning the globe in my parent’s office and wondering what it was like out there. Well, with 5 hrs left in the air I may just find out what the ocean is like instead. I’ve turned up the Zoot Simms album so loud my ears may bleed and the whines of the child still ring through. “I don’t hate children, I hate bad parents.”