We caught the Metro from our hotel (there is a station in the basement) to the airport and all was well, until we boarded a dingy Finnair aircraft (codeshare with Qantas). After a long delay on the ground we finally got going (Fin in air?), probably not their fault.
But then the plane started falling apart. As we took off, bottles of water tumbled down onto Wendy from a broken pocket above.
We were soon to be served an almost inedible one-course meal - no bread; no salad; no little chocolate or cheese, no desert. We chose different options but both were equally horrible and pushed aside, hardly touched. It was like the Woody Allan joke in 'Annie Hall': comparing life in general to a retirement home: "terrible food - and such small portions". We both asked for wine. Red or white? No varietal sub-options. We were each given a tiny one-glass bottle. Wendy asked for another. Certainly madam - snigger. She's still waiting.
Oh well! Maybe breakfast would be better? But there was no breakfast! The only other food provided on the flight was in a small cardboard box, literally thrown, from side-to-side, as the attendant passed down the isle. It contained some sort of tasteless, bar only marginally more edible than the box it came in.
On the bright side the plane didn't crash. And we have now found another airline to put at the bottom of our list, that was almost worse than Aerolineas Argentinas.
