We spent last weekend in Wellington to attend the wedding of our good pals, Benisa. We flew Qantas across the ditch, and were served lunch. There were two options on offer – chicken or pasta.
I had the teriyaki chicken. It was okay despite the unappetising appearance. Chicken in a sweetish sauce, rice, a sliver of carrot and a small amount of floppy Chinese broccoli.
Alastair had the pasta with peas and pumpkin. It looked cheesey!
The meals were served with a green leaf salad (with a sachet of balsamic vinaigrette) and a bread roll.
For dessert, ice creams were handed out.
On the flight home, we were sitting right at the back of the plane. By the time the trolley got to us there was only the chicken option left. It was similar to the meal I had on the way over, except the chicken was in a slightly different sauce.
Dessert was again ice cream!
The meals weren’t terribly inspiring, but we have flown on enough budget airlines over to NZ to be grateful to be fed at all!
While we were enjoying ourselves in Wellington, bushfires were sweeping across Victoria in the worst natural disaster in Australia’s recorded history. On our flight home on Monday, we flew over the Latrobe Valley, and saw evidence of the bushfires – not just burnt land but also plumes of smoke from fires that were still burning. My thoughts are with those who have been affected by these horrific events.