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The Australia Letter is a weekly e-newsletter from our Australia bureau. Sign up to get it by electronic mail. This week’s problem is written by Natasha Frost, a reporter primarily based in Melbourne.
The different week, roughly 32 years into my profession as a seasoned flier, I skilled air journey as if for the very first time — the flight of angels, of billionaires, of desires. (It was nonetheless in coach class.)
On a latest reporting journey in New Zealand, I organized to spend the weekend visiting an previous pal who now lives close to Havelock, a city of round 600 individuals on the high of the nation’s South Island, about 50 miles due west of Wellington, the place I used to be touring from.
With the Cook Strait between New Zealand’s North and South Islands in the way in which, the best choice was to take a home flight — one among a whole bunch that zip throughout the nation every single day.
Flying domestically in New Zealand is barely marginally extra rigorous than boarding a bus. If you don’t have baggage to examine in, you could stroll by the airport doorways half an hour earlier than your flight departs. No one will examine your ID at any level, and also you don’t even want to indicate your boarding move to move by safety, which normally takes a minute or two, with no limits on liquids. In some smaller airports, there is no such thing as a safety in any respect.
To get to Havelock, I booked a seat on a flight run not by Air New Zealand, the nationwide airline, however by Sounds Air, one of many nation’s far smaller “regional carriers,” of which there are round half a dozen.
Departing Sounds Air from Wellington, you bypass safety screenings altogether. Your ticket to trip is little greater than a reusable piece of inexperienced laminated paper that reads “Boarding Pass to Blenheim.” Checking in a bag? They sling it into the again of the nine-seat airplane. And don’t hassle going to the carousel on arrival. It’ll be handed to you as you get off.
The lack of rigmarole is completely intentional, with some frequent fliers buying 10-trip tickets for normal hops throughout the strait, stated Andrew Crawford, the airline’s chief government.
“That is our level of distinction,” he stated. “This is what individuals like.”
The airline was based in 1986, with a single nine-seater Cessna Caravan ferrying individuals to the Marlborough Sounds. It now has 10 planes — the biggest of their crafts seats 12 — and carries about 120,000 individuals a 12 months, totally on routes the place there is no such thing as a various, apart from the street.
Some passengers are commuters. Others are vacationers. And then there are those that reside in rural areas and require specialist medical consideration in bigger cities. “If you’re going for most cancers remedy or day surgical procedure, stuff like that,” he stated. “That’s a giant a part of our enterprise.”
These small airways play a vital position in serving to New Zealanders get round a rustic that has an especially restricted rail community, and the place many individuals reside removed from important companies.
But it was the flight itself that captivated me.
Under regular circumstances, elbow-to-elbow with strangers, the majesty of flying is considerably displaced by the discomfort of being inside a pressurized steel tube, and also you simply neglect that you’re 1000’s of toes within the air. (Some individuals desire to neglect that.)
But at roughly 6,500 toes, low and sluggish sufficient to see wind generators and craggy hills unfold earlier than us, as if flying in a dream, the miracle of flight appeared uncommonly … miraculous.
The wind whistled previous the cabin, and I might see into the cockpit, over the shoulder of the solo pilot and out the windscreen. As we got here into land by the vineyards that the area is understood for, the grapes had been virtually seen on the vine. It wasn’t arduous to think about myself as some early aviatrix, and I struggled to maintain a smile off my face.
All in all, I instructed my ready host, it was an expertise precisely midway between driving in a minivan and touring on a personal jet.
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