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It’s the first day of 2010, and that can only mean one thing to an intrepid traveller: empty frequent flyer accounts.  The terrible day when all the odometers roll back to zero, and the whole cycle of earning back the shiny cards starts anew.

Frequent Flyer Status

All the clocks, rolled back to zero!

A single reprieve: one of the airlines that I fly uses a rolling membership year (with membership miles accruing and being calculated 12 months after they’re earned), so I’ve got nine more months before this particular mileage year starts again (and plenty of miles in the bank for the current year already).

Frequent Flyer Status

Like a security blanket, at least one account hasn't rolled over yet

2010 is going to be a heavy travel year, but January itself looks very quiet.  My first scheduled trip right now isn’t until February, when I head back to India for a week.

Happy travels, everyone!  Best wishes for a safe, happy and successful 2010!

Air France Platinum Card

Air France Platinum Card

Air France have treated me pretty well this year. With the exception of one or two flights where they dropped the ball pretty badly, the flights have been on time, had good service, and have basically shattered my stereotypes of Air France. This week alone they have treated me to two upgrades, a nice surprise and a bit of a bonus for having to work between Christmas and New Years.

So I was delighted to see this morning that my Platinum status had been confirmed. But I was a little surprised to see this:

Air France Status Screen

My Air France status screen. Check on the “Member since” date…

That’s right. According to Air France, I have been flying with them for nearly 40 years. I wish I could say that I remembered the first flight, on New Years Eve, 1969, but sadly it is a distant memory…

Admittedly, I have not been very good about keeping my blog up-to-date in recent weeks. These days, it’s less a question of “Where’s Matthew?” than it is a question of “Where isn’t Matthew?” In short, I have been doing a lot of travelling.

Looking over my frequent flyer statement for the past month, I count:

– 5 visits to Barcelona
– 1 visit to Dublin
– 1 visit to Geneva
– 2 visits to London

It feels like more than that, if I am honest. These days I seem to be living on a plane. The Barcelona flights leave early in the morning and usually involve a 5am start. As Aude can attest, I am not exactly man-at-his-finest at 5 in the morning, no matter how many times I do it.

I am getting better at negotiating CDG airport, though. I have learned all the little shortcuts that means I can make it from taxi to gate in less than five minutes. I know which security lines are consistently shortest, and I can fetch myself breakfast in the lounge on autopilot these days.

I’m also getting to know Barcelona a little better. As the weather gets cooler, we have traded our hotel by the beach for a series of hotels downtown. We are discovering good restaurants and bars, and I have finally been introduced to real, genuine, proper tapas. It is a million miles away from anything I have tasted elsewhere.

The system is pretty straight-forward. The tapas are placed on large plates around the restaurant, and you help yourself to whatever you like. New, different tapas comes out all night. Each one is held to a piece of bread by a toothpick. At the end of the evening, you return to the bar and pay your bill. It’s all based on an honesty system – you hand over your toothpicks, they’re tallied up, and you confess to however many beers you’ve had to drink. Depending on how long you have been at the tapas bar, this may be more difficult than it appears – in which case, they’ll usually work off an estimate! I can’t imagine this system working in England, but it seems to work fine here.

It looks like I will be spending most of my time back-and-forth between Paris and Barcelona until mid-November, after which I hope to reduce my involvement in the project, spending more time working in Switzerland (just in time for ski season – no coincidence!) and less in Spain.

More updates to come. Just wanted to put something on here so that people knew I wasn’t dead.

The new airport in Bangkok is really nice (aside from a woefully inadequate passport control area – passport clearance both into and out of Bangkok took ages and was absolute chaos as people flooded from a number of flights). The airport is bright and airy with plenty of shopping, although my taxi driver said that a lot of what I seemed so nice was superficial. Due to massive corruption, most of the airport has been built on the cheap and is falling apart already.

Still, it’s worlds better than the old airport – the transformation is as big as the transformation between the old and new airports in Detroit, and that’s really saying something!

Entrance of Bangkok airport

Statues at the entrance of Bangkok airport

Statues at the entrance of Bangkok airport

Statues at the entrance of Bangkok airport

Statues at the entrance of Bangkok airport

Statues at the entrance of Bangkok airport. I’m dying to know what’s happened to cause this expression on his face…

Concourse at Bangkok Airport

Concourse at Bangkok Airport

Concourse at Bangkok Airport

Concourse at Bangkok Airport

Funky chair

A funky chair in the new Thai lounge.

Thai lounge

Thai Airways lounge. Including a very fast-moving Thai Airways lounge attendant. She’s the blur on the left-hand side.
Singapore Airlines Lounge

The Singapore Airlines lounge in Singapore, where I had a very nice curry and a Tiger beer

Okay, I admit it. I sold out for points, and I’ve suffered for it.

American Airlines were good enough to give me a platinum card this year on the basis that I’ll throw a fair amount of business their way – my part of the deal means that I’ll fly American and their OneWorld alliance partners whenever I can. So for the majority of my flights back-and-forth to the US this year, I’ve been flying American, and for the majority of my trips back and forth to Asia, I’ve been flying either British Airways or Qantas, their partners.

Flying BA seemed the logical thing to do. My colleagues fly BA all the time and it saved the hassle of justifying another airline. They have a reasonably good business class product and a convenient schedule between London and Singapore.

Boy, did I back the wrong horse. Don’t get me wrong – the BA bed is probably the most comfortable business class seat in the sky right now. But as I boarded my Singapore Airlines flight to Bangkok this evening, I was reminded just how good they are. And just how far behind BA / Qantas are in the service stakes.

Instead of a gruff greeting, I’m met with warm smiles. I’m greeted by name by every flight attendant on-board (how they remember all the names still amazes me – on this short, three hour flight to Bangkok they need to memorise the names of 42 business class passengers). The flight attendant remembered what I was drinking, and had a replacement waiting for me almost before I’d finished the first drink. I can “book the cook”, preordering my favourite meal before I fly from a menu of about 15 choices…

I’ve flown Singapore before, and was hugely impressed then. But I was afraid that I might be seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses, with the misty-eyed gaze of nostalgia – the sort that accentuates the good and erases the bad. But no, they really are just as good as I remember them, and worthy of every award they’ve won for being the best in the business.

I thought all the joy had gone from air travel. But it turns out that there’s a little left.

I’m back in Singapore again, at least for a few days before I head off to Bangkok. British Airways tried to stick me in a middle seat again, but after a little negotiating I managed to snag an aisle.

I was running late. It was all the taxi driver’s fault – he arrived at the house 30 minutes early, so I went racing around the house to get everything ready. We set off about 15 minutes ahead of schedule and were making good progress towards the office when Aude phoned be to ask whether I’d left my keys at home on purpose? Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal, but my remote access token is on my keyring – and without it, I’m pretty much incommunicado. So we made a quick u-turn and were headed back to Canterbury. Aude met us mid-route, so it only cost me about 45 minutes in all.

I made it to the airport on time, thanks to a very heavy-footed taxi driver. Raced into the lounge, grabbed some dinner, then slept for most of the 14 hour flight back to Singapore. Headed to the hotel and did a little work, unpacked, basically got settled for the week.

Decided to treat myself to a Japanese steak for dinner, then a massage (how great is it that the massage places over here are open until 10pm on a Sunday?), now going to head into a hot shower and hopefully get some sleep. It’s a busy week this week and I need all the help I can get…