The day has finally arrived that I can start my holiday, but first… I have a 70 minute flight to the state capital, and an overnight stay at a motel near the airport.
Where am I spending a week on holidays, you may ask? Well it is a place that I have wanted to visit for many years, and it is featured in one of my earlier stories…
Currently Australians are not permitted to travel overseas, so that restricts it to the Australian mainland and its territorial Islands. That should be enough clues to tell you where I am going. The flight up to Perth was uneventful and smooth, compared to the last time I flew with this Regional airline, in a 32 seat turbo prop aircraft, and flying at 18,000 feet, which was low enough to get a good view of the landscape below.
Arrived in the state capital of Perth safely, and after a bit of a wait the motel courtesy bus arrived to take me to my overnight accommodation. A bit old and outdated, but it is only for one night so I’m not too fussed about it. Although I have a very early start in the morning, I can hardly wait to travel to this special place for seven days of wonderful peace and quiet.
Now the holiday was really beginning, after waking at the ungodly hour of three thirty am, I showered and dressed and finished packing my small suitcase, and headed to the reception area of the hotel to await transport to the airport, and the first signs of a new day began to show to the east.
After checking in for the first stage of my long flight which would take up the whole morning, I headed upstairs, disappointed that there are no shops open for some breakfast, as I entered the customs area. I noted on the information board that my flight would be diverting to Learmonth for a short fuel stop.
Travel time from Perth north to Learmonth, which is a combined military and civilian airport, is one hour and fourth five minutes. After that we travel west for three hours flight to our second stop, where we would be dropping off some passengers, before flying for another hour east to my final destination.
With that said, I am sure that you have guessed where I am heading for my holiday, as I pass through the usual customs procedures of presenting my boarding pass and identification, which in this case is my passport. After the body scan and swab testing, I headed to the waiting area before boarding the plane.
Once everyone had boarded and taken their seats in the A320aircraft, which has a three and three seat layout, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the centre seat was vacant, and with my seat being in the centre exit row, I have extra leg room, but also meant I had to go through the additional instruction by the stewardess on what to do in case of and emergency, with procedures on how to open the emergency door.
As expected with this particular airline there is no entertainment available, so I had to rely on my trusty I-pad to keep me entertained with games, jigsaws and books to read, as well as updating this travel diary at 40,000 feet.
The fuel stop at Learmonth was exciting… Not. Sitting in the plane watching the fuel truck pump the Avgas into the plane 10,200 litres in total a bit under half of what the plane can carry in total. Once back in the air again, I watched as the North West Cape slowly disappeared as we headed west over the ocean.
With the 45 minute stop at Learmonth it would be closer to 1 pm before we arrive at my holiday destination, with the fuel stop required to the strong wings chewing up more fuel.