Pizza, Pretzels and dinner at 11am
Rob and I were pretty excited to be flying Emirates for our Bangkok > Rio de Janeiro flights. Not only were we miraculously gifted with two 23kg suitcases EACH (which two people relocating to Canada for a year welcomed with open arms) this wasn’t a flight aboard a budget airline for once!!
As I previously mentioned this trip has been our goal for two years, meaning we have been saving, saving, saving!! Meaning up until now we only ever fly budget airlines where you are lucky to have a seatbelt included in the seat price. Eg: Tiger, Scoot, Jetstar.
Qantas ran the Sydney > Bangkok leg of our journey and with the face of the airline being the gorgeously beautiful supermodel Miranda Kerr someone certainly missed the mark when hiring the not so gorgeous nor beautiful nor helpful Qantas flight attendants. The woman running our flight looked more suited to a managerial role at ASDA, ok maybe Coles – if that. They weren’t even dressed in the lovely navy, red and pink (since when did red and pink look so good together – oh yeah thanks Miranda) mini dresses we see the models sporting on the Qantas advertising – they had opted for ill-fitting white shirts and “slacks”. One elderly woman even had what looked like a dried up umbilical cord pinned along her hairline – I think she was going for the Heidi braid – but decided it wasn’t working for her as mid flight she became braid-less.
Our flight was nine hours long and we departed at 10am Australia time, straight away we were presented with a menu and an hour later we were presented with a full three course meal – it wasn’t all that bad, quite enjoyable. And then the hours ticked by, nothing, oh an ice cream, than an apple, then nothing. I need real food here!! I don’t do an apple and an ice cream as a meal. We then asked a male flight attendant if there was anything else he could provide, I can give you an apple and some pretzels, “I need real food!!!”,a banana would even do the trick!!!
Seven hours since our first proper meal, around came the food cart, at last some real food. Alas we were each served a frozen pizza that had been nuked still packaged in its brightly coloured box along with a mini size Crunchie bar.
We were so surprised with the food on Qantas, we did not expect to get served such rubbish with the only option being salted pretzels or an apple. I suspect, as our flight was only nine hours and not long haul enough we lucked out on a proper 2nd meal.
I might be sounding demanding and fussy, but even a pot of noodles would have done the trick at this critical time of starvation. I personally need to eat a real meal every 2-3 hours, which means about 6-7 meals a day. Meals! Not a salty snack food or one floury apple.
I give Qantas a 2 out of 10 for food, 3 out of 10 for customer service but will allow a 10 out of 10 for baggage allowance, as 46kg each at no extra cost is superb.
We are very happy we are flying on to Rio with Emirates in a couple of weeks.