For a reality check on how good Air New Zealand is: fly economy
on Malaysian Airlines. Our seats were old, pink and stained (eeeew) and the
chicken stew looked similar (ah I’ll pass thanks). At 2am NZ time, the lights dimmed
(ooo lovely) and the people in front of us reclined their heads towards our
laps (time to relax) so we reached for the buttons and (oh bugger!) our geriatric
seats wouldn’t budge. Sitting upright with a stranger snoring in my lap wasn’t making
me feel sleepy. What to do? Right-o, I’ll watch a movie. The screen was state
of the art – for 1992 – and the grainy image managed the unthinkable: it made
George Clooney look unattractive! Eventually
I fell asleep for 5 minutes and then (of course!) a baby started to cry. Oh goody.
But it wasn’t all bad. Breakfast was sensational: Nasi Lemak
(spicy prawns and coconut rice). And the
plane landed on time, in the right country. I’d call that a successful flight.
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