It is often said that the best things in life are free. Many would argue that flying Qantas could hardly be construed as gratis but today’s experience certainly was an unexpected pleasure. Australian’s frequently complain about flying and my fourteen-hour endeavour from Sydney to Johannesburg, some might see as a chore. But that’s not how I see it.
No bastard can get you! Once those doors are closed, you’re free. If you’ve forgotten something it’s tough. You get waited on hand and foot, depending on the airline, of course! Indulgence is key: reading, writing, watching movies, listening to music, eating and drinking – what’s not to like?
But today’s surprise, and it was a surprise given I have travelled to more than eighty countries, was that I had never flown a southerly route from Australia. We spent hours, in a cloudless sky, gazing down on the Antarctica ice flow. It was mesmerising. Spectacular would be an understatement. There was nothing but white, white and more white all the way to the horizon. Icebergs floating in small pools, the size of which I could not comprehend from 32,000 feet.
I was so intent on reaching Rwanda, I had forgotten that old adage, it is better to travel than to arrive – and, today, it was.