We made it to the gate in time for final call, or so the signage said.
We boarded a private bus that was quite comfortable.
From there, we had a rather long journey to our plane, where we had the opportunity to see a handful of nice planes.
Eventually, we approached our A340 to the Seychelles.
We said good bye to our bus.
Onboard, we were met with a slightly older version of the seat we very much enjoyed on the 777-300ER <insert link to JFK EK flight> out of JFK.
Once in the air, the cabin staff was quick to serve mimosa’s.
And then it was time for breakfast. For me, the waffles just weren’t enough, so of course (and really, just like my father would have), I had the French toast.
There was also a fruit plate, and a meat plate.
We ended up napping and laying off the champagne for the most part on this flight, mainly because I knew I would have to be on my game to make the drive to the hotel.
We did wake up in time for approach. All of my concerns about our trip to this tiny country were pretty much washed away when I saw the islands on approach. These photos don’t truly do it justice, but it is absolutely beautiful.
We disembarked via an open air stair, and the flight attendants were kind enough to hold the business class passengers until we made it off. Customs was about as good as one could expect, and we were to our rental car in no time. Of course the rental car is a story for another time.