qantas airlines

In 1999 I flew from Honolulu to Sydney. We flew with Qantas Airlines. To be honest I rather like flying with Qantas. However the steward we had on this flight was a bit special. We didn’t notice anything in the beginning, but as they served beverages we noticed everyone got their drinks before we did. The reason was because our steward was incredibly slow.

This happened to us again while the food was served. So I decided to have a really good look at this chap. I noticed that his nose was very red, and he was smiling more than normal. Also he was serving very slowly and talking too much. Yes folks, he had a little too much to drink himself. He was actually drunk during the flight, and another steward had to step in for him and make excuses for him. We landed nicely, but I wouldn’t pay any attention to him if anything outside the normal had happened.

It’s nice to fly, but free alcoholic drinks for passengers does not mean that the cabin crew can have the dream job and drink them as well.

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Qantas Airways (Australia’s market leader) is obviously doing so well in the travel business, it’s decided to move in on the lucrative ‘torture of suspects’ business as well.

Qantas’ opening foray into this market would appear to be the use of ‘sleep deprivation tactics’ and I was lucky enough to be one of the airline’s earliest recipients.

It started a couple of weeks back, when a work colleague and I had to make an overnight business trip to Brisbane, Queensland. The plan was to fly up around 5pm, collect some business colleagues in Brisbane, drive some 2 hours there and back to the Gold Coast (a resort area near Brisbane) for our dinner meeting, return late to our hotel (located near Brisbane Airport), then fly out very early the next morning (a 5.30am flight), so that, with the time difference (Brisbane is one hour behind Sydney, where we both work), we could still be at our office for meetings by 9am.

Obviously, as you may have guessed by now, Qantas ensured it was not to be.

But it’s the details of Qantas’ torture tactics that are where the real fun lies.

To make a 5.30am flight out of Brisbane from our hotel (about 10 mins’ drive from the airport), required us to be up by about 4am – enough time to check out, get to the airport, return our hire car, and check in by no later than 30 mins before the flight’s departure.

But at 3.30am, my cellphone started ringing. It was Qantas, to tell me our flight had been cancelled (I stop to ask what would have happened if I was a heavy sleeper and missed the call? Or like many people, had turned my phone off? Presumably, the airline would have said that was my fault, and made me buy new tickets. But that’s another story…).

Qantas’ automated service gave me an emergency phone number to call, with a promise I’d be urgently put on the next available flight.

So I called – and the ‘urgent’ phone number kept me on hold for – seriously – 45 MINUTES. AT 3.30AM IN THE FREAKING MORNING! (The cellphone charge for 45 mins on hold was also huge, but, again, is just another delightful by-product of Qantas’ “customer service”…)

So, I was wide awake, for no reason (they’d cancelled my flight, remember), on hold, from 3.30am til about 4.15am when I finally got through.

Why was I on hold so long? Because, of course, Qantas didn’t want to spend money on phone operators for graveyard hours like 3.30am – except of course they’d just cancelled a flight, meaning there were probably 250 people in my position, trying to get on a flight via the same phone number, manned, probably, by just one lone person.

The Qantas guy came on the phone (at 4.15am, remember) and told me he could have gotten me on the 5.15am flight out of Brisbane, except that I’d never make the flight on time and they wouldn’t hold it for me.

I pointed out to him the reason I wouldn’t make the flight at 5.15am was that, instead of showering and packing, I had been on hold waiting for him for 45 minutes.

Too bad, I was told – they’d have to put me on a later flight – like 7.45am, and he hung up. No apologies, no meaningful explanation, nothing.

Needless to say, it was now about 4.30am, I had to be up again in about an hour, and couldn’t get back to sleep anyway – knowing that I’d now be keeping colleagues at my office in Sydney waiting for at least an hour.

So, after a while, my colleague and I headed to the airport.

But was it over? Not by a long shot…

Because, no sooner had I texted my colleagues in Sydney to let them know I was going to be there by 10am (not 9am), then I hit the airport, to be told by Qantas that my 7.45AM FLIGHT HAD BEEN DELAYED! Now it wasn’t leaving until about 8.30am.

I tried to stay calm, and texted my Sydney colleagues again to let them know I’d be later still.

We checked in with Qantas. ONLY TO BE TOLD THEY HAD MOVED US BACK TO AN EARLIER FLIGHT, AND WE WOULD NOW BE LEAVING AT 8.15AM!

Another text to colleagues, who by now were probably starting to wonder if I was deranged. It was too late anyway – they had made plans to get something else done first thing in the morning, and would meet me later at the office. The day was getting away from me, all thanks to my friends at the airline.

In due course, we got on the plane. The 8.15am one. (Not to be confused with the cancelled 5.30am one; the 5.15am one that, somehow, it was my fault I wouldn’t be able to catch; or the 7.45am one that was delayed to 8.30am. Just so we’re clear).

And once we were on the 8.15am flight… and buckled in… and sitting comfortably… and cellphones had been turned off… they sprung it on us – THE 8.15AM FLIGHT WAS DELAYED AND WOULDN’T BE LEAVING TIL ABOUT 8.45AM (later than the 7.45am one Qantas had initially re-booked us on, but which had been delayed to 8.30am, remember).

I got to Sydney by about 11am, and to my office by about midday.

My colleagues had been screwed around by about 3 hours. I was exhausted (kept awake by Qantas from 3.30am, remember); and furious (booked or re-booked on no less than 5 flights). The day was a disaster.

And, to this day, no apology from Qantas, nor explanation (except, perhaps, as I’ve said, that I’m somehow involved with suspect activities necessitating sleep deprivation torture, but just haven’t been informed of the charges yet).

I guess it could have been worse – I could have been flying with Qantas’ notoriously awful low fare offshoot Jetstar (the one WITH the reputation for crappy service, God help us); or Singapore’s appalling low fare carrier Tiger Airways (again, a nightmare reputation in Australia for its delightful practice of refusing to refund passengers for flights that it has cancelled, unless you complain to a regulatory authority, in which case they pay up straight away. Funny that). Or Virgin Blue (Australia’s Virgin brand low fare offshoot that, these days, can’t get a flight away on time to save itself).

But, as I say, those are all other stories.

Thanks for reading and greetings from Camp X-Ray the Australian air travel market.

Signed – Higherthanexpectedcallvolumes
My website:  http://customerunderground.com

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I was flying Qantas on a flight from SYD to LAX. I was, of course, in cattle class. Midway through the flight I went up to the galley to request a coffee. There were 3-4 FA’s in there having an uproarious chat about something or other. I asked if I could get a coffee and one of the trolly-dollies looked at me, sighed, and said “We’re kinda busy right now, mate, we’ll get to you when we have a chance. Come back in ten or fifteen minutes, okay?”

I went back in 20 minutes and they were still at it, laughing and carrying on, having a gay old time. I again asked for a coffee and this time one of the male flight attendants said “Dude, go back to your seat and we’ll bring it in a few minutes.” I gave him my seat number, which he just nodded at, then went back. A few minutes later he came down the aisle with a cup of coffee. “You wanted this?” he snarled. I nodded my head and he replied: “Well, pull your tray table down – or do you want it in your lap?”

I complained to the head FA (or whatever they’re called) at the end of the flight, but she couldn’t have been less interested – yawning, she told me to write a letter to the airline as there was nothing she could do.

Will I fly Qantas again? Guess.

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By the end of September I went on a school trip to North Korea by flying the national airline Air Koryo. I would like to share my unique experience of flying with them. If you are expecting this to be a true flight from hell, it’s not. I’d go as far as saying Air Koryo is better than Australian and American carriers I’ve been on, but if you do not agree with me, that’s up to you. I was on flight JS252 from Beijing to Pyongyang onboard a Tu-204. For those who don’t know, the Tu-204 was a Russian plane that was designed to compete with the American Boeing 757 series during the late 1980s.

Check-in was done by the Air China staff at the Air Koryo check-in desks which wasn’t too surprising (I called the Beijing office the previous day and the woman who picked up the phone was a North Korean woman who didn’t speak English or Chinese). The process was simple: we handed over our passport, visa and check-in bags. I should mention that checking in bags with Air Koryo IS FREE! We literally didn’t have a queue so we waited for approximately 3 minutes before it was our turn.

After check-in we go through the usual security checks which went uneventfully, so let’s skip that bit. I boarded the plane, only to be welcomed by young flight attendants who gave everyone a warm smile. I was wondering how much money the airline spends on providing them cosmetics since they have pale skin without any pimples or freckles like the L’Oreal ads seen on TV. The oldest flight attendant onboard appeared to be around 24 years old and the youngest flight attendant approximately 19. None of them were in the too skinny or too fat category *cough cough United Airlines*.

I made my way through to the Economy Class cabin and to my surprise, they actually had leather seats. The plane was new and very clean, everything looking crisp, there were no smudges and there was no “airplane smell.” There was plenty of leg room and seat width, unlike how I was expecting to be cramped in a small chair like the Qantas A330s. I had approximately 37 cm in leg room and seat width.

During pushback, a flight attendant started handing out newspapers and magazines in English, Chinese and Korean (aka propaganda in disguise). Let’s say one of the articles was about how South Korea is one of the most sexist countries in the world hmmmmm…

While we were waiting for take-off, a flight attendant sat next to me (I had 3 seats to myself) and greeted me personally. She asked whether it was my first time visiting her country and upon saying yes, she attempted to list the places I should visit in the trip with her limited English. She particularly mentioned about Arirang (The Mass Games) which is the world’s biggest performance as stated by the Guinness Book of World Records, and how we should thank ‘The Great Leader” for making this event possible to everyone. After our conversation she said “Please enjoy the flight and have a great time in the DPRK!” before returning to her seat. I was not just impressed by the effort she is making in her job, I was wondering when was the last time this happened on a flight in the 21st century?

After take-off, our plane flew at a relatively low altitude over the mountains north of Beijing, which was something that never happened on my flights in and out of Beijing. After flying over the mountainous region with some pictures on my camera of the beautiful scenery, the plane climbed again and reached its cruising altitude. I guess we just got a free tour out of this flight!

Lunch was served shortly after the plane reached its cruising altitude of 32,000 feet with a cup of orange cider or mineral water. We were given North Korean fried rice, deep-fried salmon cutlet, a bit of kimchi, canned fruits and roasted chicken slices. The food was great except I was stuffed by the time I finished everything.

The flight arrived on time at Pyongyang Sunan airport, and after a long taxi from the runway in the middle of nowhere we got on buses which took us to the main terminal.

Overall I’d say this had to be one of the best in-flight experiences I had in a while. Let’s compare this experience to the Qantas A330 flight I had 4 years ago from Sydney to Beijing…

Everyone’s seat back entertainment system kept crashing, so the flight attendant had no choice but to reset the system. We were told not to touch anything until after 30 minutes. The person behind me needed to use the bathroom, and once again the seats were so cramped that whenever he stretched himself he would kick my seat. Let’s say I was trying to be as still as possible to prevent any discomfort for the passenger in front of me.

After 15 minutes my PTV showed the welcome screen, so I called the flight attendant to ask if I could start using the system again. What was the reply? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!? WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO THE ANNOUNCEMENT WE MADE?!? ABSOLUTELY NO ONE TOUCHES THAT THING UNTIL THIRTY MINUTES AFTER THE SYSTEM RESETS ITSELF!!! HOW CAN YOU NOT UNDERSTAND SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS?!?

One hour later, an air steward was offering tea to the passengers. An elderly Chinese woman who was 3 rows away from him raised her cup and weakly said “tea please.” The flight attendant’s eyes went really big and said NO NO NO NO NO! YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT! Once he started pouring her tea, he said “There! That wasn’t too hard was it? You need to learn to have patience! It is a very nice thing to have. Do you understand?”

Needless to say,  how can the North Koreans be better at treating their “guests” than the Australian and American airlines who herd passengers into a metal tube as though they were cattle?

- The Teenaged Tourist

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A Clickety Clackety Calamity

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3 summers ago my husband and I vacationed in Australia for a month. Getting there was an unbelievable saga. Flight from Lansing to Chicago, uneventful; spent the night in our $56/night airport hotel (and all I will say about that is that you definitely get what you pay for!); took the shuttle back to O’Hare [...]

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