Saturday January 27th at 1300hrs we meet up at Gardermoen as planned. I came in from Tonsberg that morning. Dagfinn and Arne came from Oslo. There were almost no traffic at Gardermoen, so checking in and security went very smooth. That gave us some extra time to do some last minute duty free shopping and enjoying our first beer of the vacation.Arne and Dagfinn after check inn at Gardermoen. Let the Jurney begin!
The flight from Gardemoen to Paris was about 3 hours and flew by. Arne was occupied with his Soduko puzzle while the rest of us read all of yesterday’s news papers. We were all somewhat prepared for the 6 hours at Charles de Gaulle however it was still tough to get the hours to go by, considering it is probably the worst airport in the world (Europe at least). First of all, it is very unorganized and half the time we do not know where we are or where we are going. Some check points you can go both ways, however they do not inform you of this. After a few hours walking around and finally locating our gate we sat down at an “English” pub had a quick snack and a few pints.
The scheduled flight from Paris to Singapore was on time and expected to take 12 hours. Right after take of around midnight they gave us a quick meal before they turned of the lights. We were all dead tired at this point, so catching some shout eye were going to be easy, so we thought. All in all, we got about 4 hours each. You feel like you are half a wake all the time. Its very strange. When we were not sleeping we were fortunate enough to get a plane that had individual monitors where movies and music went in a loop. Not only did Arne get the bitch seat for this flight, his monitor did not play movies either. We tried to get him a dvd player that they sometimes have in business, however the stewardess were not very helpful.
We arrived Singapore 1840 on Sunday evening. Considering the fact that we just woke up, this made no sense. We had “only” 3 hours in Singapore, of which we spent most of the time hanging out at a piano bar listening to the Asian version of Burt Backarack.
From Singapore to Brisbane we flew Quantas Air, which to my surprise was the nicest company I have ever flown with. The service was exceptional and not only did we have individual monitors, there was an “on demand” feature which means that you can pause, fast forward, rewind etc. This made up for us not sitting together on this flight. I ended up sitting a few rows back from Arne and Dagfinn, nevertheless I enjoyed myself, watching movies and drinking rum and cokes all through the night.
Arriving somewhat tipsy in Brisbane Monday morning, there was a huge line to get through immigration and then another line to get through “agriculture” customs (lack of a better word and understanding) where they scan our brief case looking for exceptional foods. Once through, we got the chance to change to shorts before Sara and Casper picked us up.
The scheduled flight from Paris to Singapore was on time and expected to take 12 hours. Right after take of around midnight they gave us a quick meal before they turned of the lights. We were all dead tired at this point, so catching some shout eye were going to be easy, so we thought. All in all, we got about 4 hours each. You feel like you are half a wake all the time. Its very strange. When we were not sleeping we were fortunate enough to get a plane that had individual monitors where movies and music went in a loop. Not only did Arne get the bitch seat for this flight, his monitor did not play movies either. We tried to get him a dvd player that they sometimes have in business, however the stewardess were not very helpful.
We arrived Singapore 1840 on Sunday evening. Considering the fact that we just woke up, this made no sense. We had “only” 3 hours in Singapore, of which we spent most of the time hanging out at a piano bar listening to the Asian version of Burt Backarack.
From Singapore to Brisbane we flew Quantas Air, which to my surprise was the nicest company I have ever flown with. The service was exceptional and not only did we have individual monitors, there was an “on demand” feature which means that you can pause, fast forward, rewind etc. This made up for us not sitting together on this flight. I ended up sitting a few rows back from Arne and Dagfinn, nevertheless I enjoyed myself, watching movies and drinking rum and cokes all through the night.
Arriving somewhat tipsy in Brisbane Monday morning, there was a huge line to get through immigration and then another line to get through “agriculture” customs (lack of a better word and understanding) where they scan our brief case looking for exceptional foods. Once through, we got the chance to change to shorts before Sara and Casper picked us up.
The boys enjoying a cold one at the Piano Bar in Singapore, while Mr. Backarack is taking a break!
A taxi driver making a fashion statement at Brisbane Airport. Got Mullet?
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