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Jetstar Not Measuring Up

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Jetstar Not Measuring up

Sunrise in the departure gate, Newcastle Airport.

There’s a bit of a story to this one…

I was a bit late checking in due to traffic and rudely berated by a pair of former beached lesbian whales literally seconds after they announced check-in had closed despite phoning ahead and being assured everything would be fine.

They refused to let me check baggage which is OK seeing as I didn’t really need a swag for camping in the bush, a day’s drive from my destination, in the middle of winter and camera backpacks travel free. Sensing a power trip happening I politely ignored their, “you know, we don’t have to let you on” diatribe, discriminatory advice for the disabled and having to be there twice as early as anybody else. Fuck me, don’t the silly cows realise that’s what the ‘go to the front of the queue pass’ is for!?

It wouldn’t have been so bad but after the mad rush through the ‘don’t scan my fast film’ check and explosives swab I hastily proceeded to the front of the queue again. In the ensuing madness (turns out there were three plane loads of people crammed into the one gate) they nearly bundled me onto a flight heading in the other direction and after figuring it out just in time told me my plane hadn’t even landed yet and there was an estimated delay of an extra hour before boarding.

The place was packed with whining passengers, I couldn’t move, the bar was shut and I needed a whiskey already!

I considered escaping for a reconnoitre of the other bar and to fire a broadside at the broadsided ones but security was only working one way. Damn!

Saw this shot after the next plane load had left and cleared some space. Jetstar was most definitely not measuring up to myself or anyone else’s expectations!

Estimated aperture/shutter speed and focus. A quick lift-frame-thwap. Missed my estimated framing but wtf. Big girl on the left was wandering why I was trying to run over the toes of people behind me and burst out giggling. Got some evil stares off the phone bloke and quite a few others after the shot. I obviously need to work on my invisibility!

To top it off Jetstar also managed to lose my wheelchair when we arrived in Melbourne. They had an elderly lady bring one of those silly aisle chairs to the door of the plane and push me (seeing as it hasn’t got wheels I can push) half way across the airport. Despite my protests of “but there’s a bar over there” and “what about the lady over there giving free wine samples” she plonked me in the middle of a walkway while she went in search of the man who was fetching my chair. I was like a stoned mullet in a dried up creek bed. Unable to move and passers by giving me funny looks.

What a morning! I finally got to find out Mildura is half a bottle of Wild Turkey away from Melbourne though!

Perhaps I should write a song!

…and, no, Jetstar or Qantas will never see me again.

Leica M6 TTL LHSA with 50/1.5 Nokton
expired Fortepan 100 in Ilford LC-29
negative scanned
corrected in Aperture
no cropping or other shit

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