The FC Terminal is as good as I hoped it would be. Never entirely full or ever feeling over busy, and therefore very different from Concorde Lounge. Alison slept in one of the nap rooms while I showered, collected more ducks, and had a tiny breakfast number three, for comparison purposes only you understand. Like Munich, staff were enthusiastic and helpful.
The food and drink offer is remarkably broad, and we later enjoyed a pre-boarding lunch of Wiener Schnitzel which was excellent!
There’s even a Duty Free Shop just for the FC Terminal itself, though we resisted the offering below which I’d have preferred to see on its side!
And did I mention ducks?
The highest spot however is the getting to the plane part. Walking for ages? Certainly not. A staff members finds you, announces your flight is ready to board, and then escorts you down a level to the parking lounge, where your passport is returned by immigration, and you stroll out to an electric Porsche! Sadly, our journey only took 75 seconds from start to finish, then a further minute up in a lift to the air bridge before being welcomed onto the aircraft.
For the first time in my puff I’d got 1A, so the front three windows were mine and the next three were Alison’s in 2A. Again, its an unfair comparison, but LH’s A380 put the BA experience to shame yet again. There are only eight seats on turning left with no overhead bins meaning the space is light and airy.
The seat felt bigger with a moveable ottoman, and there was masses of space, along with your own personal locker to put items in. Mine was in the front of the cabin, while Alison’s was at the back. It was all very satisfactory.
Good selection of films and really enjoyed being able to watch take off live using the A380’s tail camera.
The crew were tremendous, witty and willing, and the Captain even came round before take off to say hello! Food and wines were excellent.
While the wash bag, slippers, and pyjamas were high quality, brown wouldn’t have been my first choice as head of marketing design.
In a daft way, a delightful part of the experience was the washroom. Unlike BA First toilets, which being on the lower level are standard fare, the LH versions being at the front upstairs are vast. No shower, as on some of the middle eastern airlines, but room to swing a cat and admire the Brown look fully!
Flight was smooth and the main eating and film watching was in the first half. The second, everyone slept, save for the last hour when trying the light meal options while sweeping past the lights of Kabul, and the amazing sight of the Pakistan/India border which is a bright line of light running for miles and miles in the otherwise dark world below.
All too soon, and five minutes early, we were there. And within an hour in the airport hotel drinking the Duty Free whisky. If only travel was always like this.