Kanga And Wombats Adventures

I suffered the ultimate shame going through security at Sydney airport.

My backpack was rerouted down the conveyer belt for naughty people and searched for contraband. The offending item? My teeny weeny jar of vegemite! How un-Australian! And how stupid of me to have put it there in the first place, rather than in my checked baggage.

But I digress.

We’ve had a few years to think about and plan this trip, and following a few recent health issues, we decided to treat ourselves to some upgraded tickets. Originally thinking PE might be cool, we consulted those who really know, my friend Christine and…the aqua aerobics crew (who between them have flown on every airline to just about every place in the world)….and subsequently were put in contact with a travel mob from South Australia. Daina did a superb sales pitch and before we knew it, we were booked on Business Class Return! Flat beds all the way! Whoa! Sorry kids, we’re spending your inheritance!

Now, I will TRY and not go on about it, but indulge me! This opportunity was not dissimilar to kids on their first trip to Disneyland! Being solid cattle class customers in the past, this was going to be fun!

Putting ‘Business’ into your trip suddenly makes you important and privileged. Priority checking in, priority custom and immigration queues, priority boarding, priority baggage pick-up……..

No more taking camel pics, browsing designer clothing and duty free shops on stop-overs. Oh no, it’s straight to the Business Lounge where you can have anything to eat or drink that your heart desires. Just in case you hadn’t eaten or drunk enough on the plane. Options also include using the spa and massage facilities, taking a shower or just having another sleep on another flat bed.

And imagine my delight when visiting the ladies facilities to find the face washers rolled and tucked in the style of my towels at home, a trick I haven’t been able to perfect at all. The lovely lady attendant patiently showed me how it was done. I’m sure she thought I was crazy!

Am I going on about it too much???

We thought Malaysia Air did a pretty good job on the first leg to Kuala Lumpur, but Oman Air ratcheted it up a couple of notches with even more space, superb food and wines served with white table service and newer planes. Staff on both airlines were great, and rest assured, they kept my champagne class filled.

It was an absolute indulgence and we loved every minute of it!

John captured some great shots of London as we approached Heathrow.

We were absolutely gobsmacked to be 2nd and 3rd off the plane, straight through immigration via automatic passport reader gates to arrive at the luggage carousel just as our bags popped through the exit hole. 15 minutes tops!

Hightailed it to Kings Cross on the Picadilly Line, dumped our bags at the hotel, and set off for Westminster. London was buzzing and chock full of beautiful young things and dressed to the nines theatre goers, out on the town on a Friday night.

It’s been an amazing 48 hours.

But can’t finish this blog without one more shot from our plane seats.