Well, I am going to write this, my first flight report.
I live in the city of Punta del Este, Uruguay, and I wanted to get to Germany to visit my German part of the family.
Lufthansa was the obvious choice, but it was also the most expensive one. Finally I took them as I had enough miles on the Miles and More card to do the voyage freely, which I promptly did.
To get from PDP to Buenos Aires, the AeroVip alternative gone, I took the national carrier, Pluna, on one of its ATRs.
Then, over the Atlantic, I was going to take one of LHs 747 400s. I was a little disappointed I didn’t traveled before, as I really wanted to sample the A346
I was going to be traveling alone this flight. Although I traveled alone a lot of times before, this trip was going to be special, first alone over the Atlantic, first over the South Atlantic Ocean, and first alone with more than 12 years of age.
We will travel together with my mother to Buenos Aires, and then I will travel alone LH
Summary: PDP AEP
Pluna, ATR 42.
Lufthansa Boeing 747 400
, Lets start.
The night before departure from PDP we had a really strong thunderstorm, with high speed winds and lots of rain. It was so bad that I was scared the flight was going to be cancelled.
Luckily, in the morning the weather was much better, and we drove to The airport, Laguna del Sauce.
To better understand the following, you should know that right before our flight there was a charter departure of a Pluna 737 to the warm coasts of Brazil. The aircraft was already on the ramp when we arrived, but the ATR was nowhere to be seen.
All fellow passengers to Buenos Aires thought the 737 was their plane. That is why some rumoring spread when the ATR landed.
Just sitting in front of me was an old couple. This is a transcription in English of what they said.
Husband: What a tiny plane!
Wife: Yeah, so little…
Husband: Wait a minute… is a Pluna!!!
Wife: Don’t be stupid. It is a prop! Pluna doesn’t has props.
Husband: Yes, I know, but, don’t you see it. The Pluna thing!
Wife: What thing?
Husband: The logo, the drawing…
Wife: Oh, I see it. The Uruguayan fag!
Husband: NO!!!!!!!!, The logo!
(At this point I was having serious trouble to not to laugh)
Wife: Oh, now I see it. I though you meant the little plane, hehe.
Husband: I mean the little plane.
Wife: Impossible, It is a prop!
I couldn’t take it any longer, and I moved away.
The 737 departed, and soon everybody noticed there was something wrong.
Everyone was arguing in front of the ATR and fuel truck, and it was getting late. Then, a Pluna staff, passed through the waiting area explaining each passenger they were having a problem with the fuel truck.
Another fuel truck came… Not successful.
And then it came: “Dear passengers to Buenos Aires, because of problems with our fuel truck, we will have to make a refueling stop at Montevideo (10 minutes flying time) In seconds we will be boarding”
That made passengers nervous.
Seconds later: “Passengers for Buenos Aires via Montevideo (hilarious!) can now begin boarding. Thank you.”
That began a kind of revolution on the passengers, and the old woman (The same one that was arguing with his husband) stated in a REALLY high voice : “A mi me pone nerviosa subirme a un avion que no tiene nafta”, traduced “I am nervous about flying with a plane without gas”
Even that all passengers headed for the bus, although with scared faces and harsh comments on Pluna.
Once on the plane my mother, yes, my mother, stated also very loudly: “I heard something of sparks, better not to listen” And then everybody started to ask the poor FA
: “Is this plane safe?”, “Isn’t any other bigger plane we can take?” “Are you sure we have enough gas for Montevideo?”, etc…
Once in Montevideo, the FAs stated “Welcome to Montevideo. All passengers with destination to Buenos Aires please stay on board. We will soon take off” That made a frustration groan spread throughout the cabin. Obviously, we were all heading to Buenos Aires.
We refueled, and took off for Buenos Aires. Drinks were served ( nice on such a short flight) and soon we landed in AEP
On the bus, of course they were only comments like: “Horrible”, “We almost crashed”, “Never taking Pluna again”, etc…
We had a beautiful evening in Buenos Aires, we went to the theater, but it was soon time to head for EZE
For the fight in LH
, I got the date from the ticket. Sorry I lost the Pluna data. Here is the LH
503 operated by: LUFTHANSA
From: BUENOS AIRES BA
To: FRANKFURT DE
INTL, TERMINAL 1
Departure: 03. Juli, 10:20 am
Arrival: 04. Juli, 06:10 am
Class: Economy Class (X)
Stop: SAO PAULO SP
check in area was clean, sparkling and beautiful, as usual. There was no queue at LH
, and I soon found myself with the boarding pass.
Said goodbye to my mother, and I entered the airside.
Magnificent, the 747 was already there. Besides it there was an Air France 777. The triple seven is beautiful and technological, but, besides the Queen, it had nothing to do.
We boarded on time, and although the thick fog, which made all other airplanes delayed, we took off in time for Sao Paulo (Incredible take off, I couldn’t see the tip of the wing!)
I agree the economy class on LH
is horrible, but I really like the grey and yellow seats. They are different than the all blue ones.
We were served something like cheese and a kind of very thick ham. I tried to cut it, but no way, I couldn’t.
I started reading “Deception Point” (Amazing!) and it was soon time to land at Sao Paulo.
Sao Paulo was a nice break. I liked the feature about staying inside the aircraft, all passengers standed and began chatting, I chatted with this Philippine guy that was a sailor, and talked English, so I practiced mine, I wondered through the almost empty 747 (big airplane) chatted with FAs, looked at the catering procedure and cleaning crew from the inside (very interesting) and it was soon time to sit down because the refuel procedure. The cabin crew changed, and the other passengers began boarding.
Unfortunately they were a LOT of passengers, and the 747 was soon full, and I mean it. I missed my row empty, and I soon found the Philippine guy seated next to me. It appears this was his seat, but like in the previous sector all was empty, he seated somewhere else.
He decided to talk. A lot. I didn’t knew how to look outside in the taxi without appearing rude. He even continued talking during take off, and initial climb, I was desperate! Luckily, the FAs soon served a snack, and a buried myself in “Deception Point”
I continued reading, a little squeezed my seat mate, over the entire coast of Brazil, eventually looking out to see the marvelous look at the coast, and eventually cities. Upon leaving Brazil for the Atlantis, dinner was served, nice, and it was soon night.
That night was horrible for me. I couldn’t sleep! Everyone was sleeping, but I couldn’t. Worried of Jetlag the following day, incredibly uncomfortable on LH
seats, there was no way to sleep. I didn’t turn on the reading light as I was going to be the only doing so, I was ashamed of that and didn’t wanted to disturb fellow passengers. Instead, I tried to sleep, closing my eyes, looking from time to time my clock to see if a really managed to sleep.
The FAs passing drinks during the nigh definitely helped me to “survive”.
Just before Spain, breakfast was served, and everybody woke off (finally)
Breakfast was an omelet, it didn’t had taste, but it was definitely edible.
Over southern France, the sun came out (great) and minutes later I was greeted by a fantastic view of the Alps and Lake Constance, as we stared the descent.
Upon landing, just before landing, suddenly the captain applied full power and executed a go around. He explained the plane before us got too close.
At our second attempt we landed, I navigated through FRA
(a mess) and soon found myself on the landside.
Met my dad, grandfather, called my mother all the way to Buenos Aires, and my “voyage” was finished.
Thank you for reading. Hope you liked it. Sorry for my English.