This is my first time going on Q***r Airways. I am a frequent flyer with Etihad Airways.
Honestly, i don't know what to expect towards this flight. Right now i'm writing this, i'm still on the plane with 2 hours and 37 minutes left until the plane arrived in Doha. During this journey so far, i can't say it was a pleasant. There are numbers of unfortunate events that i got. It makes me angry, so angry that i decided to write a blog.
For a disclaimer, i am not blaming Q***r Airways for my unfortunate journey. Well, at least not all. The service so far is immense. Better than the two big Airlines on middle-eastern territory. Two thumbs up for that.
I think i just not fancy being in plane at this moment. The whole day i've been exhausted and overwhelmed with everything. So probably, it is partially my fault? Maybe.
My experience at Manchester International Airport went well. Although the B****r K**g lady decided to shake it a bit by giving me six chicken fries whilst i paid for nine. Cheater! Oh, and when i complain about it, i get a dirty look by one of the B****r K**g lad for leaving my luggages unattended. Literally 2 meters away from me. Give me a break.........
Ok back on the plane journey.
We get on board 30 minutes before the plane take off. My seat is 20D. Beside me, there is two empty seat and one lady seat on the other end of the aisle. Spacious.
First thing that i noticed are the seats. Completely different from the seats on Emirates Airways and Etihad Airways. Make sense because i normally went on Boeing. This is Airbus.
My phone was about to die. The battery marks 1%. Lovely iPhone's battery quality. I need to charge it otherwise i need to leave my phone at Doha Airport since you can't fly with electronic devices that are dead. (If you are not familiar with this silly regulation, this is a new regulation).
So because of that, i went upside-down, back and forward, twist my body to the left and right, to find the USB port or an electrical sockets like they have in every Boeing. I cannot find any. Yes, they have no socket for anything in this whole plane. Luckily, i have a portable charger in my bag. (If you want to see what my long haul flight travel essential, please comment down below and i will happily make a vlog about it).
Soon as the plane take off, i went to the lavatory. On my way back, i noticed that seats 17DEFG are empty. So i went to the flight attendant and ask if that's alright to move. She said yes. So i did.
Moved to the seat 17D with a massive smile on my face because i thought i can actually spend the whole journey by sleeping using the whole 4 seats. I cannot be more wrong about it.
First two hours of the journey was a hell because there is 3 kids in total from sitting on row 16 and 18. So my position, i'm in between disaster. None of them stopped crying the first two hours of the journey. After that, row 16 kid's mom finally stopped her son crying by letting him watch a cartoon movie. Give thanks. The row 18 kids however, the older one is asleep right now. She stopped crying when the food came. And the younger one, he's still crying until this second i write this. His parents don't seem to care at all about how inconvenience it is for other fellow passengers. Mom and dad watching movie with headphones on apparently. Laugh Out Loud. -.-"
Meal comes! Food! My favourite time on the plane! A lovely flight attendant ask what i want to eat. Unlike Etihad Airways and Emirates Airways, Q***r Airways did not give you a menu card. So the lovely lady will spell it out for you. Today's menus are Chicken with Pasta, Beef with Potato, Vegetable Curry with Rice. I went for beef and potato thinking the potato will be roasted. Opening the food, i never felt so sick in my life. It honestly looked like a prisoners' food. It's so salty. The potato was mashed. I think. Or instant mash. I eat them anyway, i was quite hungry.
After the meal i try to sleep again. This time,i use my noise cancelation headphones. WOOHOO. Oh, i didn't mentioned that the arm rest on this plane can't be pulled up completely. So i sleep under them. Haha. Comfortable.
After shuffling here and there, i finally successfully fall asleep. 15 minutes post my so much effort to fall asleep and finally succeed, i feel something touching my face. I open my eyes, how shocked i was to see a bottom part of an old lady on my face. She made my row of seats her bridge to go from aisle to aisle. Manners? I was not bothered to say anything, i was concentrating myself to sleep so i won't look dead when i'm arrived in Indonesia.
Thirty minutes passed from the butt incident, i feel something touching my feet. Feeling annoyed, i open my eyes again. You know what i see? The old lady from the bum incident. Sat comfortably on my feet. For heaven sake! I pulled my feet away from her and try to go back to sleep. My feet cramp after awhile. I don't say anything, though. I'm just nice that way. Fell asleep for the 15386389963 times, i thought it's all good now. But again i am wrong. The lovely lady decided to push my feet away. So she can stretch her feet. Remember i'm having cramp? Yes that makes me wake up for the 15386389963 times. This time, there is no more snow white bright true love heart for me. I sat looking pissed until she saw my face. Then i said,"You shocked me." You know what she did after? Ap... No. She smiles. Take one of my pillows and my blanket, then sleep. LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED.
Right now i'm currently sitting on 17D. Why? Because she took the rest of the seats for herself. I swear. ARGHHHH!! And to complete my pain, her feet touching my leg. No, her feet are ON MY LEGS. Really, how could it be worse?
I'm sorry Q***r, this part is not your fault. I think i'm just unfortunate.
Two hours to go now. I hope there will be no more crap things happen to me.
I will write posts during my journey in Indonesia. Right now i am trying to get a portable camera so i can vlog everything beside the blog posts.
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Lidya Phipps
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