I’ve found a new airline that I love 😍😍😍 – Qatar Airlines.
Those that know me, know I’m a massive fan of British Airways. I get my airmiles through my credit card and this get me flights to Le Tour every year and the occasional upgrade. Having flown to Beijing BA, I thought any other fights I would have would not match up until today. A short hop Hanoi to Bangkok, some 1h 45mins on a flight that then goes onto Doha.
I’m in 24a and although a little tight due to my broad shoulders and the middle curved section in between the windows, there is no-one in the middle seat and a new friend in C. Nice sized belts, phone charging points, remote control in the back of the seat in front and room to recline behind me. Checked the movie list and like on the BA long flight over. Thor Ragnarok, 3 Billboards, Darkest Hour and Paddington 2. All the big hitters on the TV section. Blue planet, peaky blinders and ninja turtles. Lauren would love this plane.
I booked ma seat early doors and my meal strangely enough. Just waiting on the fruit platter. 🍌🍎🍏🍉🍒🍓. In the meantime time, I have WiFi, yes WiFi! That and a connected section on my screen. I can send text; call seat to seat or to the ground it says. I can also watch a movie on my phone, beamed to the screen. Doozy. Refreshing towel handed out as we’re just taking off. Let’s see how it goes. They better have good gin.
I said good gin, not offered one so did not ask. I am no dependant, much. Coffee will do and it’s typical airplane coffee, hot and wet. Just add moo juice. As for the fruit platter – it’s an apple. Not an M&S red but close enough. Chow down fat boy. Flight passes in no time. I listened to Johnny Cash live from Fulsome Prison. This had me in a calm mood, which was about to explode.
About a 1km walk -nae bother to Immigration. Fill in the form, queue up, get to the Poker Face guy and get through. Couple of flights in from India and I can easily say some of the rudest people on the go, so ignorant I tell you. Now I’ve been to France, been amongst Frenchies in airports and security where they feel it’s fine to let their bairns run riot with no control. Now it’s not the younger Indians it’s the older. Barging thru when you’re in a line. Then cos their pal is 6 in front, 4 have to join him. No past me they don’t. Elbows out, ‘sorry but no, it’s one at a time at security so will just have to wait’. It’s defence and attack at every turn down the lanes. I regularly take my bag off my shoulder and swing it back over my shoulder so they keep their distance.
One chap was called from his pal. He had taken his case off the roller and he should come get it. Security shouted at him sent him back. Hi5 dood! Here now tho. Bangkok eh, let’s have you! First stop a bar at 1 am to find to watch the mighty Scotland.