It’s 5am and I’m lying in bed at the Rydges Hotel at Sydney airport. Mum is snoring away beside me and I’ve given up trying to get to sleep because we have to be up at 6 to pack our gear and head across the road for our 15.5 hour flight to Vancouver.
We’re off to Canada and Alaska for three weeks with APT Tours because Mum was watching tv three months ago and decided she wanted to see Burchart Gardens on Vancouver Island. Dad didn’t want to be bossed around in a tour group for three weeks and, rather conveniently, I’ve taken this year off work, so here I am. Luke is, of course, dying with loneliness and jealousy, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
So far the trip has comprised of a blessedly incident-free flight from Melbourne to Sydney via Qantas. After the complete debacle of my last flight on Jetstar (they cancelled my flight to Sydney to go to my grandfather’s funeral and it cost me $700 to buy a replacement ticket and I got there with one minute to spare and a set of stress-induced stomach ulcers) I will never fly budget again. Well, at least when there’s an important occasion waiting at the other end. Like this flight to Canada!
The first real treat of this trip (apart from seeing Mum, of course) is that we’re flying business class. Mum was stiff and sore after coming to England in 2013 to travel around with Luke and I for a few weeks, so this time (possibly her last time, she’s 73), we’re doing it in style. A style to which I, sadly, cannot afford to become accustomed to. But that’s ok, I’ll just make the most of it this time. I’m not entirely sure what ‘making the most of it’ will entail, but I’ll try not to arrive with an epic hangover.
Even before the excitement of business class seats, is the new and (hopefully) thrilling experience of using the Qantas Club Lounge. Neither Mum nor myself have ever experienced a private airport lounge before, and if it doesn’t look like a quintessential English gentlemens club with leather seats, crystal decanters and a cheese trolley, well, I shall write a stern email.
Anyhow, time to brush my hair and try to make myself look like the sort of person who flies business class all the time. Wish me luck because I have no idea what I’m doing!