We’re back!
We left San Francisco on Friday evening. They certainly take their security seriously over there these days – all of our bags were x-rayed and more than half were opened and manually screened. Their damn x-ray machine though – it launched the bags so violently that it smashed the corner out of one of the plastic containers we had stuff in. They taped it up (after we asked), but it never was quite the same…
We arrived in Los Angeles about an hour later and went in search of the international terminal that Qantas leaves from – gate 101 was us. I think ‘101′ means it’s ‘101 miles away’ coz it was a LONG walk.
When we got to the gate we found they have probably 200 seats, shared between two gates (in an international terminal). One gate was us, and the other was a Cathay Pacific flight to Hong Kong, so there was probably 800-900 people (two 747’s worth) in a gate-lounge with only about 200 seats. Hooray. Oh, did I mention the air-conditioning didn’t seem to work (it was *hot* – at 11pm).
Fortunately we got our preferred seats in row 70, which made the 15 hour flight slightly more bearable (at this point, the longest non-stop flight anywhere in the world).
We arrived in Melbourne at about 10am Sunday morning – a bit late – but no problem as our connecting flight was still over 3 hours away. But, this is where the “fun” started.
Half of our baggage came out on carousel #2, and the other half on carousel #1 (despite the monitors saying it’d all be on #2). We checked in 4 bags and 4 plastic containers. What we got though was 4 bags, 3 plastic containers, and a plastic bag
They’d been so rough on one of the containers that the container was totally destroyed, hence the contents (and the remnants of the container) arrived in a plastic bag.
Fortunately the customs guys were VERY helpful and gave us a brand new cardboard box, helped us re-pack everything, and taped it up really well.
So, we went in search of where we re-checkin the baggage for the trip to Hobart. At the baggage counter they sent us to the special baggage people, who couldn’t help (but were ever so conveniently at the other end of the terminal). They sent us to the closest domestic checkin counter, but they couldn’t help us either, referring us to counter #17 (at the other end of the terminal). That was helpful, except there were no staff at counter #17. The security guy nearby told us to get in the Qantas Club line, where they finally took our bags – except the plastic containers, which we took back to the special baggage desk (at the other end of the terminal again).
On closer inspection, we found they’d damaged two other containers – smashed a quarter of the bottom out of one, and the corner of another. 3 miles of duct tape later and we handed the bags over.
Sitting in the gate lounge we watched them loading the luggage – it’s amazing the effort the baggage guys go to in order to LIFT your bags 12 inches above the conveyor so they can DROP them onto it. They went easy on the remaining plastic containers – probably because they knew if they broke, they’d have to clean it up…
2:30pm Sunday we landed in Hobart, and after two trips home (to get all the bags here), we were finally home. I’ve seen enough of airports and planes for this month…