I woke up this morning feeling that my trip wasn’t really happening — I just haven’t prepared anywhere near as much as I should have!
It was noon before we went out looking for a box to put my bike in. The first three shops were shut, finally Lawrencia Cycles in Glenferrie road came through — with the only box on their floor! Absolute dismay at the size of the box, but after dropping the seat, removing wheels and pedals, and spinning the bars around it all went in. A good thing too, just in front of me at the check-in counter there was a girl with an unparceled bike, she was just about reduced to tears by the flat refusal of the British Airways staff to take the bike. Her and her brother disappeared to look for a box, while I prayed that I wasn’t going to end up at the same counter.
British Airways have been great, its a new aircraft, everything is clean, the food was excellent, all the babies are quiet, life is good.
The seat-back video screens are a bit of a problem for me though; when the old lady in front reclines her seat, the screen gets so close I can’t focus on it! Maybe I’m getting too old and long sighted…
I sat and watched Clint Eastwood and Donald Sutherland in Space Cowboys, fun, but very corny, and then the oh-so-British Noel Coward in a 1950’s war movie, something about destroyers, but I can’t remember it’s name.
