As I journeyed home on Thursday afternoon I watched the 747’s fly off into the west. I wanted to be one those planes as they rose into the golden light of the approaching dusk.
It now appears increasingly likely that we shall have to cancel our trip to Europe later in the year. We should know in a week. Though lately I have been wracked by the urge to travel, not helped by numerous Jetstar sales to Japan, I admit to not being entirely disappointed by the potential need to cancel. The fact is that I want to travel on a 747 again, not the 777’s and the A330’s of Korean Air. There is something unique about these ships of the sky. Something that the smaller jets and the even the larger A380 lack that just speaks overseas adventures.
Maybe it’s the exclusive and hidden area towards the nose where the first class passengers are housed, the similarly hidden area upstairs for the business passengers. As an economy passenger I never have a chance to explore these mysteries. If only I too could have a bed in the sky.
It was a 747 that took me away on my very fist overseas trip, 747’s that flew us on our honeymoon. Since 2006, apart from a short flight between Hong Kong and Tokyo, it’s been all A330’s on our long-haul flights. Nice planes, but they just lack that romance of the 747.
