Tasmania Part 1: Hobart + The East Coast
Saturday, October 30th, 2004Leaving Sydney proved to be slightly more stressful than I’d planned. Despite a 10:00 flight (an entirely civilized time to be flying) and the fact that the Kostrevskis live a mere 10 minute drive (under normal traffic) from the airport, I still JUST arrived in time to check in. This was due to a combination of a late rise and bad rush-hour traffic.
But in the end all was well. I arrived 28 minutes before the flight was due to depart (not the mandated 30) and even if the flight hadn’t been delayed by a half hour or so, I still would have made it on board.
My (very inexpensive) flight was on Virgin Blue, my first experience with any of Richard Branson’s airlines, and I liked what I saw. While meals and drinks weren’t provided, just as on North American discount airlines, the attitude was entirely different. They made the odd joke over the PA system, chatted with the passengers, and just generally seemed to be having fun while flying.
Hobart’s airport was surprisingly small for a state capital, and I had no difficulty finding the shuttle bus into town (the driver actually took the destination of each passenger and dropped us off at the door.)
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