I'm an Australian living in Thailand. I like to read, write and travel. I'm currently working on my (commercial) travel website skedaddlecarhire.com.au to make more moolah for my trips.
Published October 9th 2015
I thoroughly enjoy traveling - and taking a private flight from Sydney, Australia to Perth Australia was quite a first. After enjoying the thrills of Sydney (particularly the Opera House), the private flight was a nice change in pace. The idea of going to Perth was a last minute addition to the trip when I found out that my brother would be in town if I waited a couple more days.
Flying with Cessna Citation Bravo
I found my flight via a private jet hire. Charter aircrafts are a pain in the butt to pay for, but so worth it for a change. It also happened to be all I could find for the last minute flight. The aircraft charter service I booked through was very nice about it and I couldn't have asked for better customer service.
The seats, to begin with, were so much more comfortable than I could've ever imagined. Of course, this comes from not having flown since I was about seven. The air charter to Perth I took had seats that reclined back. I'm not usually a big fan of sleeping on the plane, but my time in Sydney had been so intense it wiped me out. Out of the five hours of the flight, I slept two of them.
Full leather interior and separate toilet
When I woke up, I pulled my laptop out. There was free WiFi, so of course I was going to take advantage of it. I took the time to email some friends, respond to some business emails, and even post pictures of my trip that hadn't yet been posted to social media. However, that was all I could do at the time. Food was brought out - the typical peanuts and soda and pretzels.
I ordered a bag of pretzels and a bottle of water - to tide me over until we landed. Since there were still two and a half hours left on the flight at this point, I continued working on my novel - it was what took me to Sydney in the first place. The trip was more of a business trip than a vacation, but I could afford to take the extra time before returning home.
There only a couple of other people on the flight since it was private, but after about ten minutes of working on my novel - and them having to put up with the sounds of the keyboard keys going up and down as my fingers flew across the keys - one moved next to me and asked me to quiet down. After telling her I would try but there was no guarantee, she smiled at me and said she understood. She was also a writer. What are the odds?
We talked for about an hour about writing - what medium we preferred, our favorite genres, etc. She had an Australian accent, which was inspiring to hear since my novel was set in Australia. At the end of an hour, she received a call via the payphone so she walked back to her seat to take it.
I returned to my fantasy world of a 1920s alternative Australia. The charter aircrafts service was very conducive to writing and I was able to write the rest of the time I was on the plane.
After we landed, I immediately called my brother. He had ended up landing two hours earlier than I had so we met up at a local restaurant and chatted. We hadn't seen each other in ages, and I learned that if I had booked a flight even a day later, I would've missed him. Taking the private jet was the only way I could've seen him.