Fellow passengers? Champion blokes and blokesses, the lot of them. This was an early morning flight to catch the Black Caps play the World Cup final in Melbourne. It was a bit of a sausage-fest as you can imagine, with one passenger loudly exclaiming as he walked down the aisle: "Jesus, there's not many women on here." A beautiful melange of black, beige and teal.
Entertainment? Good selection of new release movies. I went for The Imitation Game. Sound choice.
The service? Given the crowd, the right amount of bonhomie.
Food and drink? All airline chefs should be sent on around-the-world flights and made to eat their own breakfasts. Scrambled eggs guys, it's not that bloody hard. Ease up on the water, milk or whatever it is you use to thin it out. Yellow gruel.
The toilets? Unused by this passenger.
Luggage? Never left the cabin, thus arrived on time and in good shape.
Would I fly this again? Yeah, best Tasman crossing I've had for a while. Might just bring my own eggs and a pan next time.
