I flew from London to Brisbane (Australia), it was quite eventful. London to Athens was very pleasant, I got drunk with a dead-heading Olympic flight attendent. The next morning the Olympic 747 to Sydney left at 8 am which was a little painful. Great flight to Singapore then Sydney, where I arrived in the afternoon of the following day, to find that post "deregulation" (Aussie style) start-up Compass had collapsed that day, stranding A300 (-600R, no less) loads of angry passengers.
I was bumped from my Ansett connection to BNE and ended up on a later East West BAe 146. I was quite tired and fragrant (not in a good way). The guy next to me was a Qantas A&P mechanic. Nearing BNE we flew into severe weather with wild turbulence (I was strapped in tight but my body kept getting thrown against the cabin wall) and stuff was flying around. Then we were struck by lightening and all the lights went out. It was Dec 20th ('90) and there was a tape of "upbeat" Christmas music in the PA. As the lights went out the tape started playing and we plunged down through the storm (presumably to our deaths) to the strains of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town". There was a burning smell too. I was also nervous that with so many systems failing the pilots would forget to fly the plane (a surprisingly common cause of accidents, EA putting an L1011 into the Everglades and UA a DC8 into a Portland suburb being just two). There was some garbled PA announcement and a minute or two later we landed (contacted the earth firmly due to sudden altitude change is a better description) at Coolangatta. People were kissing the ground as they got off. The Qantas guy said he'd only ever seen the Pope do that, "But you would, if you were flown everywhere by Alitalia crews." (What a wag.) It was now very late and we were bussed (about a 90 minute drive) to Brisbane International Airport. It was a boiling tropical mid-summer night and the aircon on the bus was out, and I sweated like crazy the whole way. I was absolutely soaking within minutes. We arrived at the airport at midnight and I found a taxi and gave the driver the address of my friends where my family were staying (it turned out that when I hadn't arrived at the house as expected, and the storm hit the city, they thought we'd crashed cos the airline were extremely cagey about info on our flight). Unbelievably, the taxi driver informed me it was his first day on the job and handed me a street map. I really wasn't in the mood but had to look up the damn street and direct him. Oh yeah, I just remembered, even the final steps of my journey were a battle, as the outside lights at the house weren't on and I had to pick my way up this garden f***ing path and got hit in the face with branches and also walked (slowly) into a rose bush.
fly Saha Air 707s daily from Tehran's downtown Mehrabad to Mashhad, Kish Island and Ahwaz