
After weeks of researching and comparing prices, Friday was the day I'd chosen to sort out my flights. My mother (my personal fianancial advisor - hehe) met me in Norwich to trawl the travel agents for the best flights.
While I'd originally been won over by American Airlines (the lowest fare was £550 return), it became clear that saving money also meant sacrificing comfort. Thompsons were helpful but didn't have any AA business class seats so - after hearing my brother's tales of Premium Economy with Virgin - we headed round the corner to see what Richard Branson could offer me.
Norwich is filled with travel agents, there must be a dozen of them but this one is tucked next to the Vodaphone store in the Castle Mall, quite unassuming but we were very surprised. After explaining that we were looking into Premium Economy but that I only had around a grand to spend, the lovely agent Vicky explained they had a special on, a Premium Economy flight from Heathrow to LAX for ... wait for it the better part of eight hundred quid! She then looked at a connecting AA flight from LAX to San Diego (return) would be around £260 making the whole trip weigh in at a not unaffordable £1186 and change including tax!
The flight leaves around 3pm GMT and doesn't get into San Diego until 11:30pm PST but knowing I get to travel in comfortable 21" seats makes me a lot happier, plus no screaming kids. We mulled it over for an hour but my gut was screaming: "Go for it! Go for it!"
The way I see it, this is a trip of a lifetime so why not enjoy it? I impressed my mother as I actually paid the whole balance up-front (not using my credit card either!) and still have enough left in my savings to deal with that looming tax return and my accommodation in both San Diego and Paris. Wow, who knew three years worth of saving could go so far, eh?
While Virgin Atlantic doesn't have too much info on
Premium Economy, surfing the net is ever so
useful (incidentally, this is the kind of info I like, actual experience stuff and blow by blow accounts). Chris and Cheryl flew Virgin on their honeymoon (
Upper Class on the way out and Premium Economy on the way back) and he spoke highly of the airline. I like the fact Premium Economy is a touch closer to First Class than simply being Economy with bells and whistles, even if it means china plates, a bigger V:Port and a glass of champagne on take off. In all honesty, it's the seat size and being nearer the front of the plane - yes I get to turn left rather than right! Now I know what to expect though, I'm really looking forward to it. Next was travel insurance, easy enough and oddly Virgin was the cheapest which surprised us.
Finally, disability assistance.
Normally I'm pretty self-sufficient, I have to be but airports are a different matter. Small ones like Norwich are okayish but big ones? Not a chance! Virgin were only happy to help once I gave them a call and explained my needs, a person will meet me at the check-in desk, guide me through, hopefully deposit me in a nice lounge (Upper Class?) and get me on the plane. Vicky called AA on my behalf and here's where it gets odd: they only do wheelchair assistance .... oddness. Although I kind of see their weird logic from reading
this page: why shepherd through a busy airport when you sit in wheelchair through? Worst case, I get a free ride through LAX, no problems there although hopefully they will realise that being visually impaired does not actually mean you can't walk - although after the lengthy flight, it could well be a problem!
I was quite impressed to be honest, I thought this would be annoying and stressful but no! Vicky made a note of a good seat for me (my eyes want window, my legs aisle) that I'll be able to book when I pick up the tickets next week. She's even going to find out if I'm entitled to go in a lounge. I am quite tempted to ask, on the day, if I can upgrade but we'll see. Either way, I'm going to America!
So now the waiting, working and saving begins. I just hope the exchange rate stays the same ...
Either way, I'm kind of terrified. After all I'm visually impaired, have never flown out of the country before and am going to a strange land across the ocean. I swear my mother was choked, I suppose she assumed I'd never do it but when have I let anything else stop me? I'm one thing if not stubborn, once I get an idea into my head I just won't let go.
Hmm
Upper Class .....
No, no, that's one idea not worth fixating on at all, even if it is nice. I can but hope, eh?
I'm still going to dress smartly though, just in case!