Leaving everything behind at Melbourne Airport on Saturday morning was both incredibly exciting and overwhelmingly scary. I went from deep sadness leaving my family at the airport; failing to keep it together as I left them and walking through the gates into customs, to joy as I boarded my plane to Singapore. What is it about getting on a plane to somewhere that just gets the adrenaline pumping.
This was going to be a 9 hour flight to Singapore Airport where I was to wait out 7 hours of transit time before continuing to Paris. Given the whole ash cloud problem that had threatened to cancel my flight and delay me days or even weeks the plane was packed.
Pleased I at least had a window seat to grab a photo or two of my travel I settled in and wasted away the time between watching movies on my tiny screen and being fed copious amounts of food. I’ll say this for Singapore Airlines, they sure do produce some awesome plane food.
Landing in Singapore I had two goals. Buy an adapter for my headphones as I forgot mine and I was going to die if I had to use those plane provided headphones again. The second goal was to seek out a power point to charge my electrical gadgets.
You would think finding a power point in an airport would be easy right… WRONG. The only points I could find were either way up the corridor to Gate A or halfway down to Gate B. Look for the feet massage chairs and you won’t be far from an outlet. There I sat for the majority of my delay, sitting on the floor of Terminal 3 wasting away my time on the free wifi that exists.
When boarding time came I was eager to get aboard the big Singapore Airlines A380 and hopefully catch some sleep. Sleep soon become less important once I sat in my seat and stared at the huge screen in front me. Twice the size of the measly one I had been watching on the last flight, I was going to be in movie heaven.
Some 12 hours later, a couple of movies, about 3 hours of drool inducing plane sleep and again more food I landed in Paris. Those gut wrenching feelings returned and I had a minor freak out walking towards the customs officials. What if they were to give me grief like Melbourne did when I didn’t have a valid ticket out of Paris? Well there was no problem as I hardly stopped walking as I handed over my passport and got it back in my hand almost instantly.
Breezing through the rest of the airport and finally working my way out to the trains and getting a ticket I was relaxing and beginning to enjoy where I was. I had found my feet, but only just. The entire first day was going to be an adventure and it started with a view like this…