FAREWELL NEW ZEALAND
Packed and ready. In Singapore I will have a five hours break for which I rented a room in a transit hotel. Still feeling sick. The only thing I can do now is to survive the almost 30 hour-long flights in a relative comfort. New Zealand, even if far away from Europe is a great place to spend vacation. Unfortunately we did not enjoy this country as we should have had.
Farewell New Zealand (Photo: Pexels)
The Christchurch airport is a leisurely one. There are people playing live music and dancing. You can lay on comfortable matrices on the green grass just outside the airport. The passenger facilities are very comfortable ones.
We depart with Singapore airlines, one of the best aircraft services in the world. The flight to Singapore takes us around 13 hours. Almost half of the journey is above Australia. To be frank, this is the first time as I finally realised, how big Australia was. The flight over Australia takes more time than most of the international trips within Europe. As it is still daytime for us I am not sleepy at all. I watch movies, altogether three or four. The on board service is very good. I discovered that in the aircraft, there are small drinking water distributors placed near the rest rooms. You do not need to ask the service to bring you water. But no matter. The flight attendants take good care of you. As we land my hearing fails. I usually have no problems at take offs and landings. This time for too much days we neglected our health. The temporary loss of hearing after landing is the price.
IN TRANSIT IN SINGAPORE
In Singapore I said farewell to my fellows. Being in transit belongs to travelling. To have some travel comfort for my around five hours stay at the Singapore Airport, I booked me a room in one of the transit hotels. While booking I confused the terminals. In Singapore a flight departure depends on the airline but not the direction. My flight to London is serviced by Singapore airlines, not the British Airways. I will have later come back to the terminal I arrived. No matter. With the Singapore airport sky train you can shorten the walk time. Altogether it takes me 25 minutes to get to my hotel. My transit hotel room is one of twelve small rooms adjacent to a small corridor. There is no bathroom belonging to the room. But at the end of the corridor there are four fully equipped comfortable bathrooms. The rooms are small, with a comfortable bed, plasma TV and some additional space that allows you to move arround. There is no window, but the air conditioning and ventilation system are working well. During a journey that will altogether take around forty hours, a comfortable bed and a ten minutes hot shower are priceless. I set the alarm in my cellphone for two hours checking carefully that I did not confuse the time zones. I slept like baby, took a shower, and all the medicine that I had to ease what ever disease I have.
Singapore at night-time. Seen only through the aircraft window. Maybe while on transit, it would be a good idea to stay here for a day or two? (Photo: Pexels)
The next flight begins. Singapore to London. I sit somewhere in the deeper part of the aircraft. My neighbour is a nice Englishman. The two seat row behind us is fully free. I give him a sign, I want to move there. He nods. The next thirteen hours or so we both have very comfortable travel conditions with additional pillows and blankets. I think I slept for some hours. After that I just rested comfortably on blankets and pillows, with my eyes open (it was already daylight in New Zealand). For the last week or so, it was my first true rest time. I needed however to sleep – in Europe it was the nighttime. I asked a flight attendant to give me some whiskey. Two shots or more. She looked at me with a bit weird face. I said I was in New Zealand. I have a jet lag. She smiled. Yeah, yeah she said and poured my glass richly. It was enough to put me asleep for the next hour or so. My Singapore to London flight gave me comfort I lacked for past days.
As we land at Heathrow, the sun was just rising. With only few clouds in the sky the views were amazing.
London at the morning hour. (Photo: Pexels)
BACK IN EUROPE
It is Heathrow, seven in the morning. I spent around fifteen minutes in the restroom to change and refresh. By definition I do not wear jeans with a belt on longer flights. Now I changed. The flight home will take me only two hours. I love Heathrow. It is a busy airport but still it is London. You can feel it. I called a friend to confirm the meeting of our psychology group (people I studied with) in the evening. ‘I am tired, still in London. But I will come.’ The last forty minutes of my London-Warsaw flight seemed long-lasting. Almost thirty hours on an aircraft, with two five hours breaks it was around forty hours from the end of the world to home. But it was a kind of travelling I enjoy. On the journey back from New Zealand I gained a half day. Back home I fell asleep for more than seven hours. Overslept. Appeared at our meeting with two hours delay. I ordered a steak and a beer. My first non-aircraft meal in two days. And in the meantime got a message from one of my travelling fellows who went to Australia – I do that what we neglected in New Zealand, kayaking and sun bathing at an ocean beach. Yes, I lacked it as well … I was back home at midnight. Fell asleep around one am. Woke up at eight am. No jet lag. Just a new day home. I still feel sick. But here at home this is only me, who makes the decisions what I do. A relief.
(Christchurch, Singapore, London, Warsaw, 9-10 February 2018)
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