thai airways

This story relates to a flight from Bangkok to Auckland on 16th November 2009. As a Gold Card holder, I always get excellent treatment from Thai Airways and they had already allocated me a seat in row 31, as I had requested. The flight was not overly full, so at the final pre-board area I asked if there was a row of 3 seats available as I suffer from diabetes and cholesterol problems and I am always aware of the danger of DVT for people like me, so the ability to lie down is a real bonus. They happily gave me 3 seats together in row 54 and even wrote the 3 seat numbers on my boarding pass.

In front of me (row 53) was a Maori man and his wife, who had 3 seats to themselves. I settled down right after takeoff and manged to get 5 hours sleep before waking up and going to the bathroom. When I came back, the Maori man was sitting in one of my 3 seats. I assumed he had done so by mistake and politely told him that he appeared to be sitting in my seat. He then launched into a tirade of abuse, demanding to know why I should have 3 seats and had I paid for 3 seats, telling me that I was being childish and just used to getting my own way! I went and got a flight attendant and she told him to return to his own seat. He refused and just kept up the abuse.  She got another attendant, who also asked him to go to his own seat. He still refused and the Flight Director was called. His request to go back to his own seat was also rejected and he just kept raving.

By now, half the passengers in this part of the plane were turned around in their seats, watching the spectacle (NZ readers will be familiar with the tactic of Maori separatist radicals of occupying land in order to demand their “rights”). I was then taken back to a row 31 seat, although another passenger had been relocated in order to allow me to sit there. Full thanks to Thai Airways, but what a disgrace to NZ this guy was. I bet if this happened in USA, he would have been arrested on arrival at Auckland.

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Reno, Nevada. United Airlines. 1989. This airport is in the middle of the city and the flight path is surrounded by hotels. There is a severe windstorm but the pilot decides to land anyway. I have a window seat and am watching in disbelief as the runway veers from left to right as the pilot tries to maintain his approach. Swear to god, before we touch down I see tumbleweeds, hubcaps, garbage can lids, pieces of plastic blowing across the runway. We land but go off into the grass on one side of the runway but he gets it back on the pavement and finally it’s OK. Nobody said a word until after everyone got off the plane.

Two years before that I landed at this airport during a blizzard. The runway was pure white. Actually you could not see the runway until about 50 feet off the ground due to the snowfall. The plane swerved like a car in snow as the pilot tried to brake. We stopped a few feet short of the end of the runway. I swore I would never fly there again in winter; that’s why I went the next time in the summer. But as it turns out that is windstorm season.

Phuket, Thailand. Thai Airways. 2003. We are on a flight to Bangkok and taxiing to the runway. Thick black smoke comes out of the vents everywhere in the plane. It is suffocating, acrid smoke. Toxic smoke. There is no announcement, no action by the flight attendants. People are starting to pass out. I was really afraid we might die. I had the exit row and asked the attendant for permission to open the door. She said, “No we must wait for instructions from the pilot.” Finally, the pilot told them to open the doors and we lived. Then we sat there in the broiling sun waiting for them to wake up the engineer to come and tow us back to the gate.

Germany to South America. Varig Airlines. 2004. I think this is the worst trip experience of my life. The flight attendants literally seemed disinterested in the passengers. They only reluctantly gave a pre-flight speech and then immediately disappeared. Something seemed very strange but they eventually reappeared for meal service. I had ordered a vegetarian meal on the advice of the travel agent. What a mistake. I am not joking, my meal was a wedge of lettuce and cold green beans with some dressing. And a small roll. That was it. That was my entire meal, my only food for Europe to South America. To take my mind off my hunger I tried to watch the movie but my coach seat had headphones with plugs for the first class seats. It would not work. The worst thing was that I had been dying to see the movie Sideways, which by coincidence was playing on the flight. I used my Boy Scout tracking skills to find the flight attendant’s lair behind a curtain where they were busy discussing union matters with each other. I tried to show them the meal and headphones but they literally ignored me. After three polite “Excuse mes” I lost it. I shouted at them, “Can you see me? Can you hear me?” Now I had their attention. I showed them the meal and said, “I am eating what you are eating even if you have to share, and get me a headphone that works in coach.” The senior attendant comes to back up his staff and starts speaking to me in Portuguese. I tell him, “You hear me speaking English? That’s a clue.” He apologizes and asks what is the matter. I tell him to give me something with protein in it and a head set for coach then I will go away. I got some chicken and headphones, then go watch Sideways two times. The attendants never reappeared until immediately before landing.

I have a six hour layover in Sao Paulo, but the connecting flight to La Paz, Bolivia is delayed. As it turns out during the flight the Brazilian government, which was feuding with the US government, began requiring transit visas for US citizens. So I am sitting in the airport lounge waiting and waiting for the connecting flight when the police come up to me and ask for me by my name. They check my passport and then tell me I am under arrest for not having a transit visa. It is like a dream. They take me to the police station and tell me I need a visa to stay for a layover as retaliation for US making Brazilians have their fingerprints taken in order to get a visa. I ask them for food and they actually say to me, “What is wrong, you order vegetarian on Varig?” In surprise, I tell them yes and the story of the head phones and terrorizing the attendants. They have a good laugh and agree to deport me to my connecting flight without a stamp in my passport.

The return trip is not any better. I was searched repeatedly when trying to leave Bolivia. The plane is almost ready to leave when the police come on and take me off the plane and down to the tarmac below. They make me identify my suitcases then they put the entire contents on the pavement for the dogs to sniff. Finally, convinced there is nothing illicit, they make me repack everything in front of all the passengers who are looking down from the windows. I reboard the plane but it won’t start. The pilots cannot start it and we have to wait two hours for a small jet with four mechanics to come from somewhere and fix our plane. Finally the plane takes off. Everyone on the flight belonged to a Protestant Church and was going on a mission in Brazil. They sang Christian songs and the young lady next to me witnessed for Christ and tried to convert me from Buddhism to Christianity the entire flight. I brought plenty of food for the return flight and never was so happy to see the unsmiling faces of Germans. My connecting flight to Bangkok was overbooked so I got upgraded to business on Lufthansa plus 100 dollars. Nice flight and good food, too. I thought my bad luck had ended. Wrong.

On return to the US I started to worry about the rubber gloves again. The immigration guy says to me, “What were you doing in Bolivian and Thailand?” I tell him the truth – I live in Thailand and was visiting friends in Bolivia on holiday. He actually says to me, “What’s the matter, don’t you love America?” It went downhill from there. Many hours of interrogation. Finally they let me go. I have not been back since.

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I’m so happy to find this wonderful website, Flights From Hell, stories and commentary by people who matter the least to the airline industry, the passengers.

I fly to Asia on a regular basis and am still mourning the loss of Thai airways direct flight to Bangkok from New York’s JFK. It’s amazing to note Thai airways, with mostly full airplanes on every flight from NY to BKK, lost 100,000 to 300,000 dollars per flight, ultimately forcing the route’s cancelation, driving international fliers to search for alternate airline flights to Thailand, almost all of them require traveling through Tokyo. The Thai airways flight took 17 hours and 5 minutes, the best you can now obtain is about 21 hours and much more flying time on many flights, as much as 30 to 41 hours in the air and waiting for connections.

Long flights could be made so much better if the airlines would clean the airplanes. My latest flight on Northwest Airlines from Providence, Rhode Island to Bangkok, Thailand, approximately 25 hours, was made all the more unbearable by the absolutely filthy condition of the interior of the aircraft, stains on every surface, floors, carpets, seats, seat backs, video screens, walls, windows and ceilings, all of them smeared with dirt and every other imaginable unpleasant, dirty, disease bearing substance one might find in a Paris sewer pipe or waste treatment facility.

To make it worse, Northwest Airlines allows passengers to bring live dogs in small cages directly onto the airplane. I noticed a man with a dog on a leash in the passenger waiting area, prior to boarding, asking him how he was allowed to bring a dog to the boarding area to say goodbye to a departing passenger. That is when he informed me that he was a passenger and the dog was boarding the flight, too and would sit inside a nylon mesh dog carrier. I then asked the obvious question, my mind racing, where would the dog be ‘walked’ during the flight? Where would the dog urinate? Where would the dog….well, where would the dog, well, where would it….?

The owner of this little rug rat specimen, I think it was a shiatsu, said, “Right in the box and I’ll wipe it up with these sponges”, proudly displaying a fanny pack with absorbent pads of some sort. I just couldn’t believe it, immediately my mind started racing, where would I be sitting, would it be next to this man and dog? Fortunately, no, I was about 10 rows away, but that didn’t stop the stench emanating from this man’s seat row, approximately every 90 minutes, the dog did something even more unpleasant.

What in the world is going on here? Dogs on airplanes, sitting next to me, urinating and defecating next to me or some other unfortunate traveler, paying skyrocketing prices for almost no service anymore and we’re to endure this, too?

I don’t want to end this story without a comment about the restrooms on my Northwest flight to Asia, worse than truck stop outhouse in North Dakota, absolutely and disgustingly dirty, no soap, no paper towels, no nothing, barely any water flows from the sink taps, impossible to wash your hands and even if you succeed in washing your hands, you then must use your hand to open the door, you must touch a surface of some sort and your contaminated again, because the planes, every square inch of the interior are dirty, disgustingly dirty.

These types of conditions ruin every trip before it starts, anyone flying regularly knows what to expect when they book their flight and it’s a constant irritant, growing stronger as flight time draws near, I just can’t look forward to any aspect of flying other than getting off the plane at my destination.

Damn you, Northwest Airlines!

Michael Gray
37 Glen Road
Westport, MA

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