My qf22 Journey
Alright, let’s talk about this qf22 thing I went through. It was a while back, decided to give Qantas a go for a long haul. You see ‘QF’ everywhere for them, right? I looked it up once, thinking it must stand for something cool. Nope. Just the letters they got assigned, like any other airline code. Kinda boring when you find out.
Getting Ready and Picking Seats
So, I booked the ticket, qf22 it was. Then came the seat selection hassle. You always want a decent spot, especially on those long flights. I’d heard whispers about their planes, think it was the big one, the A380 maybe? People were saying row 4 was the place to be, loads of legroom apparently. But, good luck getting it. Seems they keep those blocked until pretty close to the flight.
Then there were the exit rows, like row 13 or 14. Saw those on the seat map. More legroom, sure, but they wanted extra cash for it. Unless you’re one of those super frequent flyer types, the Platinum level folks, then maybe you get it free. Wasn’t me, so I skipped paying extra. Just found a regular window seat somewhere in the middle.
Heard some chatter about their premium economy too, meant to be pretty nice. Comfy seats, places to put your stuff, all that. Didn’t spring for that either, just stuck with standard economy this time round.
The Actual Flight Experience
Got to the airport, went through the usual motions, finally boarded qf22. Found my seat, settled in. It was… an economy seat. Nothing terrible, nothing amazing. Legroom was okay, not great, but what I expected really. The flight itself was long, really long.
- Watched a couple of movies.
- Tried to get some sleep, which is always a struggle sitting upright.
- Food came and went. It was airline food, you know? Filled a hole.
- Looked out the window a lot.
The crew were fine, did their job. Nothing really stood out as fantastic or awful, honestly. It just felt like a standard long flight. Maybe if I’d been in that fancy premium economy or nabbed row 4, I’d be raving. But for my spot, it was just… flying.
Wrapping Up Thoughts
So, that was my qf22 experience. Got me from A to B. Was it life-changing? Nah. Was it terrible? Not really. Just a very long plane ride. Learned that ‘QF’ means nothing special and getting those ‘best’ seats is either luck or costs more money. Would I fly qf22 again? Maybe. Depends on the price and where I’m going. It did the job, and sometimes that’s all you need.
