After relishing the delights of Auckland International airport from 11pm till 5am I boarded my chariot to deepest darkest Borneo, aka Kuching with a population of 400,000.
My 'Royal' Brunei flight consisted of the following elements:
- Empty. This was fantastic as it meant I could stretch out across two seats. I would guess that the plane was half full at best. Perhaps this should have been an indication to me not to expect too much.
- Inedible food. At least it whiled away a little time while I tried to work out what on earth they had actually served. To anyone considering this carrier, go for it but bring your own nibbles.
- Old. From the seats with broken headrests to the entertainment screens that did not work this plane screamed for some tlc. You'd think a country like Brunei that is not lacking in the wealth department would want to upgrade it's flagship carrier. I particularly liked the steam that poured out of the air-conditioning vents as we waited to take off from Bandar Seri Begawan.
-Muslim. I actually quite liked the prayers that were said as we taxied down the runway asking Allah to bless our plane (I assume). In fact, to avoid offending anyone with my heathen ways I even wore long pants on the plane. However, later in the flight, while playing with my 'dinner', I glanced across the aisle to see a lady with her top off breastfeeding what looked like a three year old. Perhaps I shouldn't have worried about flashing a little bit of leg.
Post flight I dutifully proceeded to customs to declare my precious cargo of bubble-wrapped organic apples from the Butcher Orchard. Despite the signs informing me otherwise, the immigration officials couldn't have cared less. In New Zealand I probably would've got a taser to the face.
Safely out into the arrivals hall I wondered what all the fuss about me needing to acclimatise was for, it wasn't even that hot. I had forgotten about air conditioning and was bought swiftly back to reality when Barney showed me through the doors and my clothes promptly stuck to me. Ahhh sweet sweet humidity, how I loath thee.
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I've once again farewelled my homeland and set my sights on new shores, though this time I'm determined to write a little about what goes on around me. Previously my attempts at chronicling my travels have failed miserably. Perhaps it will work better if I feel accountable to the interweb?
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