Doha International Airport
Our bus pulled off in front of the entrance of Premium Terminal. Somehow, I got thrilled when I saw it.
Once walking past the door, I was surprised to find a manned transfer desk as it was 04.30. I got the feeling that QR
had taken note of the single experience of fellow A.netter Abrelosojos with the airline last year.
agents were standing by for connecting passengers. After scrutinizing our boarding passes, we were waived for the security check. Most passengers were incoming from DPS
. I did not notice any passenger joining us from DOH.
Unmanned immigration desks
Deserted Premium check-in area
The security was painless. We were through just after 04.35. At that stage, the staircases after security seemed the stairways to heaven to me.
agent, Paul, greeted us upstairs. After jotting down our names, he showed us the way to the right unlike on our outward journey.
First Class Lounge
As we walked past the sliding doors, the serenity embraced me instantly. The interior reminded me of Business Class Lounge interior before the recent floor expansion. It was equally divided in upper and lower surface area.
The upper level was subdivided in a dining area just after the entrance on the right and a sitting area further up.
The buffet area was located right behind the waterworks, divided in the wall area and the island.
Buffet area, though not yet being set up
The separation of the dining and sitting area was marked by a palm tree corner.
Palm tree corner
Waterworks with view to the J lounge
As we were in the holy month of Ramadan, alcohol consumptions were forbidden which meant a dry affair everywhere throughout the lounge.
Empty bar area
Although the lounge was practically deserted, there was still a lounge attendant on hand. Diana approached us as we walked past the dining area.
“Can I help you with anything, Sir?” she asked.
“We are fine, thank you. We were just exploring the lounge,”
“That is fine. Enjoy your stay,”
The lower level was subdivided in a sitting area larger than the upper level and an internet corner.
The internet connection was very slow. I gave up using it after five minutes.
Next to the internet corner, there was a flat screen television. It was not switched on though.
The bar area was better stocked here.
Wrapped Godiva chocolates
More soft drinks, still and sparkling water bottles
We took a seat on the window side as F lounge was located on the apron side. Well, I was not disappointed.
Around 05.30, the dining area was set up for breakfast. I went to check out what they got on offer.
There were assorted cereals, puddings, cold cuts and fruits.
Puddings. cold cuts and cheeses
Assorted bakeries were available on offer.
Croissants, pains au chocolat, Arabic bread and muffins
Assorted sweet, plain and chocolate buns
As F passengers were entitled to free access to the Premium Spa, I took the chance for a visit. The spa opening hours apparently started from six o’clock in the morning. Spa attendant Sukanya greeted me as I entered. “Good morning, Sir,”
“Good morning. I am wondering whether I can have a massage,”
“Can you tell me your flight, Sir?” she asked.
Sukanya left through her flight sheets and said to my disappointment, “I am sorry, Sir. I think it will not be possible as your flight will be leaving at 08.10. The working hours of our therapists start at eight o’clock ,”
‘Bummer!’ I thought.
“At this moment, we only have shower, sauna or Jacuzzi,” Sukanya continued.
“Thank you. I will think about it,”
“All right, Sir,”
As I returned empty-handed to my seat, my partner came to me, “I have just taken a photo for you. Just see yourself through the window what I have got,”
My partner just knew how to cheer me up.
A7-ADG in old livery
Old and new from left to right: A7-AHA, A7-ADB, A7-ADS, A7-ADG
A lounge attendant, Caroline, who had her duty started at six o’clock, approached us.
“Good morning, Sir. Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Can we have orange juice, please?”
Our glasses of orange juice were delivered with a folded mini napkin.
After finishing my orange juice, I decided since I had to go without a massage, I at least had to sample the shower here.
Premium Terminal Spa
There were two doors at the end of the lounge corridor, one for the access to the relaxation area and one for the spa washrooms area.
I did not go beyond the door and went for the spa instead.
Spa Washrooms Area
As I entered the washroom, a Sri Lankan attendant who was tidying up the washbasins, noticed my appearance and stepped aside.
“I just want to make a picture of the washbasins. May I?”
“Certainly,” he replied.
Like in the J lounge you could choose between paper or cotton towels to dry up your hands.
“Sir, we have Jacuzzi as well,” the attendant pointed to the right corner just past the washbasins.
“I see. Thank you,”
There were towels and mineral water bottles available within arm reach from the Jacuzzi. Impressive! I only forgot to ask where the sauna was.
After my photo taking, I returned to Sukanya. “Can I have a shower, please?”
“Your flight is QR
“That is correct,”
Sukanya browsed through her sheets and said, “All right, Sir. Please follow me,”
She knocked on the door first before entering the gentlemen’s. Interesting!
“Could you please attend this gentleman further? He wishes to have a shower,” Sukanya handed me over to the Sri Lankan attendant.
The attendant grabbed a large white towel out of nicely hidden wardrobe and went to the most right of many shower cabins. He knocked on the door first before waving me on.
The shower cabin was big and very well-appointed.
Shower amenities were available on the washbasin.
Inside the glass bowl on the left, there was an array of L’Occitane Verbena products
Shower gel, shampoo and body lotion
Inside the cubicle, you could have a shower as you liked it.
Shower control unit
When you finished, you could choose to put a kimono on in case you wished to sample other spa facilities.
Somehow, it was seven o’clock when I finished. I quickly got dressed. As I came out, the attendant was already there waiting.
“Let me take care of the towel, Sir,” he said.
“Where are you from, Sir?”
“Netherlands. And how about you?”
“I see. Well, thanks again for your hospitality,”
“You are welcome,”
In the meantime, my partner was enjoying a cup of espresso which looked a good idea to me. I approached Caroline who was wandering in our direction.
“Miss Caroline, can you tell where I can get espresso?”
“I will get it for you, Sir. Please have a seat,”
Caroline promptly brought my espresso along with a glass of water, a tray of sugar cubes and the mini napkin.
My espresso set
Date: 19 August 2010
ETD/ATD: 08.10 / 08.15
ETA/ATA: 13.20 / 13.15
Flight number: QR
Plane: Airbus 330-302
Delivered: First delivered 25 April 2005
First Officer: Captain Reem Sanghera
At 07.20, a male lounge attendant approached us. “Excuse me, Sirs. Are you going to Munich?”
”Munich is boarding now,”
We quickly finished our espresso. After thanking Caroline for her service, we made our way downstairs towards Gate 3.
Boarding gate overview
My partner noticed two agents at Gate 3 nodding to each other as we walked down the escalator.
One of the two agents took our boarding passes and returned the smaller stubs.
“Have a nice flight, Sir,” she said while waiving us through.
Another agent at the exit door took a glance at our boarding passes and immediately beckoned his colleague to greet us. The colleague turned out to be our driver to A7-AEC.
“Good morning, Sirs. Please follow me,”
Before I knew, we were whisked in a BMW7.
As our driver was putting away our hand luggage, we took the opportunity to capture the interior.
The seats were made of fine leather.
Our driver jumped in, “How are you, Sir?”
“We are fine, thank you. And how are you?”
“I am fine, Sir,”
Soon enough, we hit the road.
A7-AGC bound to Heathrow
Our BMW pulled in next to A7-AEC after some five minute ride.
“Please wait here, Sir,” our driver said as he jumped out.
After another five minutes, our driver returned.
“You can go on board, Sir,” he said after opening our doors.
As I got off, I noticed that passengers busses were nowhere to see. It looked like that my fellow passengers were already on board.
I took the chance to shoot some pictures.
Our ride on the ground
A7-AEC, our ride in the air
On my way upstairs, I took another picture.
I did not notice the ramp agent who was standing before the entrance earlier.
“Hello,” I said when I saw him.
“Hello, Sir. Actually it is not allowed to take pictures,” the agent replied.
I only muttered, “Oh, I see,”
After my experience two years ago when I got tipped on my shoulder for taking picture on the tarmac, I was trying to be discrete, but not this time. I assumed that the agent could see clearly what I was about and yet he did not prevent me. ‘Was it because I was a F passenger?’