Bye For Now

My dearest readers,

September is upon us. To me September has always been an exciting month- full of brand new beginnings and fantastic opportunities. September always makes me feel like anything is possible.

Luckily – this entire year has already been so thrilling it feels like a have been living the best and longest September of my life.

However what goes up must come down – lately I have been spending too much time in the fast lane and I’m in need of a bit of a downtime. That’s why I decided to use September to step back a little and deal with issues I have been putting aside for quite a while. And because I never do anything half-heartedly and want to give this Month of Remedy my best I have to make sure I won’t get distracted half way thru. And the biggest distraction of them all -at least for me- is social media. So I’m gonna go off the radar for while where social media is involved.

Don’t despair! I’ll be back !! I’ll still be taking pictures and writing postst -because as I once said that’s what I do to keep sane- I just won’t be publishing for some time.

Ok everybody – see you in month, try not to miss me too much !

Hope you all have a great September!




Sydney. Sleep. Selling. And one helluva Slumber Party.

Well – this has become a bit awkward…

So at first I thought China was by far my favourite destination and that it had a very special spot in my heart that cannot be replaced. Then I started flying to Africa and fell head over heels for that fantastic place and its people. And now … Now I have discovered Oz at last. And I suddenly find myself in the middle of this strange love triangle (or shall I rather say a love square?). And there is seemingly no way I could ever decide which one I like the best! People say that when you get to know The One you just know it – otherwise it’s not The One. Well I beg to differ. I do believe that sometimes people can be in love with several The Ones at the same time (we are still talking about places I fly to, right?!).

My trip to Sydney was bound to be a great one since the moment I learned about it. Not only was I super excited about flying the A380 again but I was also assigned a position I have been dying for – the Duty free operator. On my last couple of flights I have been observing my colleagues and picking their brains for some good selling techniques. See – if yo do manage to sell quite a bit of merchandise you can score a decent commission on the top of your normal salary – and that for me as an aspiring millionaire is an opportunity that’s too perfect to decline 🙂 No that’s obviously just a joke. I do enjoy the extra money one can make doing this but most of all I love bragging on about watches and perfumes to everybody. Crew don’t usually like taking the Duty free on because it requires quite a bit of paper work and extra effort on the top of our usual duties so I ended up keeping the position all to myself for both the outbound and the return sector. And even tho I was completely useless to start with and it took me ages to find my way around the little helpful machine I managed to double the amount of money I’d have earned for that trip. Beginner’s luck I guess. Nonetheless I’m gonna give it another go next time I fly to Australia because I have had a blast !

Another thing I tried for the first time (last week was full first times for sure!) was the CRC- which is a little cabin on board dedicated to the crew to get their legal rest. You didn’t really think we are super humans that can work a 14-hour flight without a break now, did you? I’m usually a very light sleeper and get woken up by the slightest noise and therefore assumed I was gonna spend my rest break watching films and listening to some music. But it seems that a tiny bunk 36 thousand feet high up and rocking with the turbulence of the Indian Ocean is just the place to get the best sleep of my life. Honestly – I don’t think I have ever slept better and deeper. I woke up all fresh and shiny and ready for pretty much anything.

14-hour on board may seem like a long time – however with a plane full of dehydrated and bored passengers it goes by in a flash. We were landing in Australia before I even managed to look outside of the window to check out the view.

I’m so in love with this country -honestly ! Such a great, chilled out and welcoming place! At times I had to remind myself I’m indeed at work and this is just a layover and not a holiday… that’s how much at ease it made me feel. I decided to spend my layover with some of the crew I felt the closest to throughout the flight (trust me – such a long flight either makes it or breaks it) . To my dismay they wanted to explore the Sydney Taronga Zoo. See – you may not know this about me… but I don’t DO Zoos. When I was a kid every single of my zoo visits would end in tears. Until I made the decision never to go again and spare myself the heartache. However my newly made friends were so excited about seeing koala bears and kangaroos I got a wee bit curious myself. And it turned out to be a great day with no tears at all. Zoos must have changed a lot since I’ve last been. There was nothing or at least a very little sad about it.IMG_3601 IMG_3594 IMG_3589 IMG_3626 IMG_3625 IMG_3596IMG_3624

On the way to Taronga and back took a ferry across the Sydney harbour snapping about a million pictures of the Sydney Opera house and its surrounding and laughing our heads off at the hilarious tour guide comments (if you ever decide to do the same take the Cook Cruiser-honestly you’ll die -she is hysterical!). We disembarked at The Quays in the early hours of a Saturday night and the atmosphere there was just fantastic! Street musician on every corner, artists selling their paintings and pictures, dancers … I was swept away by the carefree feeling in the air! I simply cannot wait to go back again and again and again and… well you get the idea!

Winter? What winter?!

Winter? What winter?!


IMG_3498The flight back was pretty uneventful apart from – hang on!- a little impromptu Slumber party I threw in our galley for some of the passengers. The cabin wasn’t even half full and vast majority of the customers consisted of students of some British sports school coming back from their Australasian trip. I don’t know how much you know about teenage guys that play sports rather than video games- but the most important thing is that they are hungry. Like all the time. We have served them dinner and supper before I went on my break and hoped they would also go to sleep just like the rest of the people. But when I came back from yet another amazing sleepy time and took over the charge of the galley I have noticed the cabin was getting noisy. I went to check it out and encountered about 10 hunky guys with puppy eyes.

“Miss- we are all so hungry. Any chance of getting something to eat?” said one of them.

I figured bringing food out to their seat would only wake up everybody else around them so I asked them to give me five minutes and follow me to the galley. I quickly scanned the leftovers from the previous service and set up a massive feast of croissants, jams, fruit, chocolates, sandwiches and pies. All was gone within minutes and they all still looked famished. So I took my chances and called business class for some more food. The guys were literally kissing my hands, they swore never to fly a different airline and tried to persuade my to continue on their onward journey to London. Talking about happy customers:) That’s why I love my job – even such little things can totally make somebody’s day!



August. Airbus. Australia.

Something weird is happening to the time. It passes way too quickly. Is it really August already? I’m sure when I went to sleep last night it was only the beginning of the summer! Has it really been a month already since I graduated? Has it really been a year since I started the initial process of something that’s now my everyday life reality?

August used to be a very bitter sweet month. Back when I was at school I’d have spent July working away in some ridiculously underpaid part-time job and then realised in the middle of the summer that I have had no fun whatsoever and try my best to catch up. But trying to fit two-moths worth of fun into one just never seemed to have worked for me. I’d go back to school every September feeling cheated…

Then I left school and started working full time and that’s when learned the hard way that even one month of fun is better than no month of fun. I still remember the first August I spent leaving for work everyday at 7.30 am and meeting my flatmates at the door coming back from yet another all-nighter. Well – I guess life is about the choices we make…

When I moved away from Czech to the UK August would be the month when all the local pubs start advertising their “Christmas bookings being taken” and Tesco puts sherry and port wines on offer.  And I’m not even joking! If you try to book a table for your Crimbo din-dins in November people laugh at you.

So how about August 2013?! Well – that’s gonna be a month to remember I’m telling you! Not only do I get to fly the Big One (meaning the A380) again after I-don’t-even-recall-how-long but I finally get to experience the chilled out and laid back Australian way of life. Yes ! Yes! Yes! I’m flying to Oz. Not once. Not twice. Three times this month!! Whoop whoop – now who is a very lucky girl?!

Happy happy happy <3

Happy happy happy ❤

With the amount of time spent flying to and resting in Oz each time there is a very little space left on my roster for anything else. I had one very quick layover in Bangladesh that I already informed you about and apart from that I will be once again going to Germany- of course. One would think I’m the only German speaker in the company judging by the amount of flights I get there each month. I’m now however eligible to swap duties and I’m trying my best to do so with the Hamburg flight. I have my heart set on a particular London pairing to get to fly with my dear Dolly. Wish me good luck and steady hand. I’ll be needing it 🙂



Lost but not Forgotten vol. I- Dhaka

Hey you there!

It’s ok put that phone down – no need to call the police I have not gone missing! Since coming back from my epic holiday I have been so busy pretending to be busy that there was hardly any time to check in on Facebook let alone to blog.  But I have missed you guys so much ! My fingers were itching to type away whilst trying to keep up with the mayhem in my head.

There is so much I’d love to share with you but can’t for whatever reason – or at least not just yet. So let’s just stick to the safe topics. Like my flying stuff.

You may not have realised it but there have been a couple of flights and layovers I have not posted about. The stories got somehow lost … but they were nonetheless never forgotten.  I have decided to make up for it and create a limited edition of extra special posts.

Dhaka, Bangladesh

I’m not going to lie about this. DAC is not one of the flights that crew get particularly excited about. As a turnaround – Dhaka is a damn long flying duty and as a layover – well it’s not one of the most glamorous destinations. Altho I have been flying for just over six months (or maybe because of that) I have already been to Bangladesh twice. And I can’t say I minded terribly.

The flights are usually quite busy, however they are short (mere 4.5 hours) and there is a 24-hour rest at the end of it. What is unlucky about them is the timing – the departure is an early morning one and unless you somehow manage to sleep the afternoon before (which I rarely do as my mind works somehow like this “4-hour flight at 2am? I don’t need to rest for that that’s a piece of cake”) by the time you reach the hotel all you are ready for is B&B (bed&breakfast… or in this case breakfast&bed).

Hence my first time over in Dhaka has turned out to be a Layinner. When I woke up after a 10-hour coma and stumbled outta bed it was time to head down to meet my colleagues for dinner. I admit to having eaten so much that I was ready to sleep again in about two hours. So – that’s what I did. Next morning on the bus heading back to the airport I felt super guilty and made a mental note to myself that if ever back I’d venture out and explore. And as if somebody who has a say in these things was listening I got scheduled for Dhaka again the next month.

Since I knew what to expect this time around I prepared better. I made sure to get some rest ahead of the flight so when we landed I wasn’t feeling like a complete zombie. Maybe just like a half of one. I went to the breakfast buffet for one sole reason – the mangoes ! I made so much fuss about this yellow pieces of heaven on earth last time that the waiter has given not one but two whole mangoes to take with me back to Dubai. I must have made helluva impression on him because when he saw me again he greeted me with a smile and a “Hello Mango Lover Girl”. Now that’s what I call “Beyond Expectations”! Needless to say I filled out a very hefty compliment form for his benefit… As they say – you scratch my back… And I did really enjoy the mangoes a lot!

I allowed myself just a very short and essential rest, went to the gym for a quick run to perk up and stepped out of the hotel. Immediately I got tailed by a little boy who said he wanted to “bodyguard me” by which I believe he meant to take me from one shop to another until I spent all the millions that I -in his eyes- must have owned. At first I tried to be polite and explain I wasn’t after any shopping but after an hour of his relentless self I gave up and headed back to the hotel. There was no getting rid of him and he obviously knew the neighbourhood better than I did.  At last I understood why none of the crew I asked wanted to join me in my adventure. It’s not for everyone. It definitely wasn’t for me. Not on my own anyway – not even with my “bodyguard”.

Somehow disappointed and a little annoyed by how little I managed to see of the city I took my book and went up to the hotel pool where I watched the pinkiest sunset ever. From high above Dhaka seems exactly the same as from the streets – chaotic and impenetrable.  When leaving I made no more promises about trying to explore the next time should there be one. Maybe it’s just not meant to be. But who knows… maybe I just need to grow a bigger pair of b**ls.

Sunset a la Dhaka

Sunset a la Dhaka