Finally the day has come! I’m writing this post from Perth airport, where I have an unreasonable wait of 7 hours (at time of writing) until my boarding call. Unfortunately, because of the check-in not opening for another 4 hours, I’m stuck on this side of customs… Though I am luggage free, thanks to connecting flights! So unlike all the other poor souls waiting for hours until check-in, I don’t have to worry about my 17kg bag; just my valuables.
The saving grace of Perth Airport at the moment is that their Hudson’s has achieved something the one at home hasn’t… It has discovered lactose free milk! So even though I couldn’t have the complimentary snacks on the plane (sorry for my food intolerance’s, Virgin!), I can now have a guilt free iced coffee! After all, it is way too hot for a hot coffee – Perth is a lovely 41 degrees Celsius at the moment… Not fun!
Word of advice: If you’re travelling to a cold climate and passing through a hotter one on the way, don’t wear stockings under your pants! Even the aircon can’t save you!
But yes, Perth airport is big… Nicely so. Not as big as Kuala Lumpur, where
it’s easier to get lost than it is to find your gate, especially when it changes right before your flight and you’re in another wing! Perth is approximately three times the size of Adelaide airport – an approximation based on gates; Perth has 140+ and Adelaide has 50. It also has weird exits into the baggage collection area, I was confronted with a glass wall and no visible exit to where I could see people fetching their luggage! Turns out that there is an automated exit gate thingy, and the only reason I realised it wasn’t just an exit sign on a wall was thanks to the second one having a large “out of order” sign in front of it. Thank goodness for technological malfunctions!
It was a little funny though, landing in Perth ten minutes after I left Adelaide! Yes, ten minutes! Courtesy of the time difference, my two and a half hour flight only appeared to take ten minutes. It helped that I had a lovely seat partner; he was about 6 foot 5 and half as broad as me again, but he stayed on his side and didn’t yabber on at me. In fact, the only words we spoke to each other were just after we landed, and the armrest in between us had fallen down – I don’t think either of us realised it was supposed to be down the entire time!
In contrast, the lass in front of me was loudly chatting to her seat partner, and had her seat leaning back the entire trip! It was a two hour flight, you don’t need to out your seat back! As a result I had to have my head between my knees to be able to reach my bag under her seat, and if there had been a taller person in my seat, they would have had no leg room whatsoever… My knees were touching her seat as it was… Ugh…
Anyway, I might update again later, but if not then when I’m in Dubai for sure!
See you for now! x