Friday 13 August 2010
An unusually inexpensive Brisbane > Sydney fare saw us flying Qantas, rather than Jetstar or Virgin Blue. Not that there was much difference up to boarding time when Madam reported a significant difference in legroom.
When you're around the six-foot mark, however, Cattle Class still feels like Cattle Class.
The first leg of the flight was unremarkable, An hour's interval in Brisbane was a reminder of the difference between the full fare and budget ends of the airline spectrum.
We'd ventured down to the Qantas end of Brisbane Domestic from time to time before, but this time we were starting from the heart of full fare.
With a little more time on the ground, I may have noted other differences on top of the presence of a Wine Selectors tasting booth.
I noted one as we made our way to Gate 22 without paying too much attention. When Madam returned from a scout around the retail options with the news that there was an actual wine tasting in progress, naturally I felt duty-bound to investigate.
With more warning, I would have got further than the Ninth Island Sauvignon Blanc and McLaren Vale Chardonnay whose name escapes me. Attribute that to the need to keep my wits about me as an attractive female sales rep operated a high-intensity version of the sign-up spiel.