Rudy Maxa, one of America’s premier consumer travel experts, is host and executive producer of “Rudy Maxa’s World,” the Emmy Award winning, public television travel series featuring destinations as diverse as Korea, Argentina, South Africa, Tuscany, and Thailand.


Two brothers, a photo I took in the Kruger National Park near Skukuza Camp

After seeing my post this week, The cost of a lion, Rudy invited me to be a guest on rmworldtravel radio show (broadcast on over 300 radio stations) to help listeners understand why the cost of a safari to Africa can vary so widely.

My segment on the radio show was too short to detail the cost differences or to explain how to book your own safari to the Kruger National Park in South Africa, by far the best bargain.  This post provides a more thorough guide than possible in 4 minutes on the radio.


White rhino often browse right up to your stopped vehicle in the Kruger if you are quiet.. This was taken near Berg-en-Dal Camp in the Kruger

To learn how to plan your own trip to the Kruger, see this post.

Go here to see what I learned from 25 years of trips to the Kruger National Park.

Here are tips on how to survive 16 hours in coach to get to South Africa.

This post explains the difference between the very costly luxury lodges versus the Kruger’s very reasonable prices.

Here’s another along the same lines,;that is, comparing luxury lodge safaris and the Kruger.

To read my analysis on how the Kruger Park is functioning in the context of contemporary political, social, and economic challenges, click here.

In this post I muse about why the Kruger never gets old to me.

In this post I talk more about why I keep returning to the Kruger.

Some key extracts from the latter post:

  • Kruger is the largest self-drive national park in Africa, and there are only two more national parks anything like it.  One is Etosha in Namibia, which is quite small, and the other is Hwange in Zimbabwe, which is closed.  I’ve visited all three and love them, but the Kruger is the largest and most diverse.  At 7,523 sq mi (same as NJ), 220 miles north-to-south and 40+ miles wide, it is huge.  In other parts of Africa visitors must hire a guide and often go in groups to wherever their guides take them.  In the Kruger you rent a car from Avis or Hertz and drive yourself on hundreds of miles of paved and well-kept gravel roads.  You are the boss and decide where you want to go on game drives, when you want to go, how long you want to stay out, and how long you want to stop and watch anything that catches your interest.  This is a great freedom to customize the experience however you want.  Sometimes, for instance, it’s fun to just sit for awhile observing a dung beetle navigating his huge ball of elephant poop across the road.
  • Speeds limits in the park at 50 KPH (about 30 MPH) on tarred roads and 40 KPH (about 25 MPH) on unpaved roads.  This is strictly enforced, so speeders are rare. Driving in he Kruger is therefore stress-free and relaxing.  The slow speeds protect the wildlife and the visitors alike, and you soon get into the rhythm of life in the very slow lane. I find it’s hard to adjust to he normal pace of traffic each time I leave.
  • The 12 full-service “restcamps” in the Kruger are self-contained villages surrounded by electrified barb wire fences to keep the animals from eating the guests.  Each one is a beautiful marvel fitted carefully into the natural landscape and often on a river, with its own gas station, curio shop, grocery store, restaurant and snack bar, and a wide variety of individual thatched-roof  circular accommodation called “rondavels”.  Each rondavel is air-conditioned, most with private toilets and showers.  Of course they have electric lights, and they come with linens, soap, and towels.  The experience is hotel-like and very comfortable.  Most rondavels have a spacious roofed outside porch equipped with table and chairs, fridge, hot plate, and utensils.  Rondavels usually are equipped with an outside “braai” (African word for small charcoal grill) if you prefer to cook your own dinner rather than go to the restaurant.  Most camps are large enough to enjoy long walks when not out on a game drive, and many have swimming pools.
  • Kruger has famously varied terrain and eco-systems.  Map books available in all the park shops detail the interesting differences in geology, elevation, rainfall, and vegetation, all of which impact wildlife distribution.  Because of this topographical and environmental diversity, the Kruger landscape changes constantly as you move through it.  Some places are hilly, with large rocky outcrops called kopjes.  Other places are open, reminiscent of the Serengeti plains.  Still others are wooded, or scrubby grasslands, or large river valleys.  The many changes in scenery make for a stimulating experience.
  • South African food in the Kruger is tasty, a mix of the commonplace (chicken salad; cheese and tomato sandwiches; steak) and the unfamiliar (pap, a finely ground corn; biltong, which is like jerky; game pie, such as impala; kudu steaks, which is similar to elk).  While the S.A. wines available in the Park shops are not the top quality selections from the Cape Province, they are nonetheless quite good, as are the upmarket S.A. beers.  Even the local peanuts taste different, somehow better.
  • Late afternoons enjoying a “sundowner” on the wide, open-air veranda of a camp restaurant situated on a river embankment are hard to beat, especially just before tucking into a delicious cut of Cape Buffalo seared to perfection.  After dinner, savoring the twilight with my last glass of deep red wine as the hippos grunt loudly to one another in the river fills me with pleasure. It’s relaxes my soul.
  • Spending time with loved ones driving slowly through the Park on game drives is just as relaxing, and a great deal of fun, too.  Everyone is on high alert scanning the countryside for animals.  Kruger brags that it is home to 148 species of large mammals, more than any other African game park, including the so-called “Big Five” (Lion, Elephant, Rhino, Cape Buffalo, and Leopard), and I have seen most of them at one time or another.
  • Then there are the 114 reptile species to look out for in the park like the baby black mamba I once found on my doorstep at Letaba Camp.
  • The birds are reason enough to visit Kruger.  505 bird species are found in the park, and many are magnificent.  Look up Lilac-breasted Roller, Carmine Bee-eater, Saddle-billed Stork, African Fish Eagle, Secretarybird, African Hoopoe, and Malachite Kingfisher for some stellar examples.  I never tire of the birds in the Kruger, and they are everywhere, including in all the camps.

And there is more in my earlier blog if you want to look back over the years:


Comfortable “rondavels” in the Kruger National Park camps

Adequate planning is everything for such a trip.  Because things book up pretty quickly, the best Kruger accommodation and the least expensive flights to and from South Africa usually require at least six months advance planning.

By the way, if you’d rather splurge and go in Business Class, there are sometimes deals for around $4000 round trip from the East Coast.  Your choice.  As I mention in several of the posts referenced above, safari costs are net of airfares.

Just remember that the longer lead time, the better for booking the Kruger.  I usually tie down my reservations 8-9 months in advance.


How much is seeing a lion in the African wilderness going to set me back in 2018?  It depends on where I go.  Current figures indicate that seeing a lion in the Serengeti National Park (Tanzania) is likely to cost three times what it would to see a lion in the Kruger National Park (South Africa).

I documented the big cost differential between the Kruger and other African safari options four years ago (see here  and this link). As I plan another trip to the Kruger in a few months, I wondered if those numbers have changed.

The answer is no.  Despite rising costs all over Africa, going to the Kruger remains a relative bargain.


Two other self-drive parks of note are Etosha in Namibia and Hwange in Zimbabwe, but the Kruger is far larger and far better designed for the DIY safari tourist.  Unlike the big game parks of Equatorial Africa (Kenya and Tanzania), visiting the Kruger never required a guide since it opened in the early twentieth century.

Serengeti Lion dark-skinned male (2)

Which lion is in the Serengeti, and which is in the Kruger?


Hint: There are are no paved roads in the Serengeti.  The Serengeti lion (top) costs $693/day to see while seeing this Kruger lion costs a mere $239/day.

Regular readers know I am enamored with sub-Saharan Africa. I love the people and the game parks of Africa. This all started in 1991 when I lived and worked in South Africa, and I have been going back ever since. I’ve lost count of the number of times that I have visited the Kruger National Park in northeastern South Africa, a wilderness area of 7.523 square miles, which is about the size of New Jersey.

Comparing late September/early October, 2018 costs for a ten day safari to the Kruger versus ten days during the same period to the Serengeti in Tanzania, I first looked at airfares.  Air in economy from Raleigh (RDU Airport) is about a wash:  Flying to Johannesburg and then 50 minutes more to the beautiful gem of an airport at Skukuza (SZK) in the Kruger National Park runs about $1753.  Fares to Kilimanjaro (JRO) airport, which is the gateway to the northern Tanzanian safari town of Arusha, are about $1775.

No real variance there.

The big difference comes in the per person costs once in Africa, to wit:


(Accommodation, rental car and fuel, food and drink)  


(Safari package @45% discount, car to/from airport, tips & drinks)

The Serengeti is 2.9 times more expensive than the Kruger using these numbers.

And this is based on single occupancy in the Kruger (average $113/night) versus double occupancy on the Serengeti safari.  Kruger accommodation per person per night cost would drop from $113 to about $65-70 if two shared the spacious rondavels in the Park, making the South African trip even cheaper.

Furthermore, government fees in Tanzania to safari companies taking clients to the Serengeti and nearby Ngorongoro Crater, always steep, have risen dramatically recently. Because the additional government tourist fees are difficult to pin down on a per person basis, I was not able to calculate those into these comparisons. Thus, the actual gulf in prices is higher than what I depicted.

The wildlife in both places can’t be beat, and the Serengeti can boast of its annual migration of two million wildebeests and zebras unlike anywhere else on earth.  Just the same, the Kruger can be plenty interesting, as, for instance, this recent news story about lions in the vicinity who devoured a poacher, leaving only his head.

I am excited to be going back to the Kruger again!

Ngorongoro Lioness (1)

Hmm, poachers taste good!

After deciding this week to avoid flying American whenever I can, it was logical, I thought, to utilize my remaining 184,684 AAdvantage miles for award travel on an upcoming trip to South Africa. Surely, I mused, that would be sufficient for business class on American and one of its partner airlines to Johannesburg.

180,000 AAdvantage miles was indeed enough for the international segments in business class on Qatar (an AA partner), but not enough for American to put me in first class on the three domestic legs of my itinerary.  AA is making me fly in the back of the bus—and on RJs at that—to connect to the international premium cabins to and from South Africa.

Gee, thanks, American.

I should have expected it. The ever-eroding AA experience is why I am leaving the airline to begin with.  The reasons have accumulated, starting with raising fares while simultaneously cutting service.

Trying to be funny a few years back, I penned a blog post called Extreme Fare Class Parsing.  But now it’s no joke.  Airline pricing guys woke up one day and said, “Hey! Why compete with LCCs like Southwest when we can compete with ourselves?  Why, we can carve up the back of the plane into three fare classes on our own planes, and all we need to do it is to tweak our software!”

And so was invented the now-ubiquitous “basic economy” no-frills fare category that distributes flying misery in the coach section with slightly better “main cabin” and, on AA, “Main Cabin Extra” fare classes.  Overnight, the cheapest fares were called basic economy (or something like it) with no seat assignments or free checked bags allowed even for the highest level elite flyer.  Suddenly, only main cabin and above fares let flyer get a seat assignment and free check bags, and those fares went way up.

That was one nail in the American Airlines loyalty coffin.  Another has been the drastic value diminution of American’s AAdvantage frequent flyer program, in which I was a 1981 charter member.  I don’t need to repeat the litany of cuts to the loyalty programs, such as higher mileage award levels; fewer, if any, award seats at the lowest award levels; inventing new, ever-higher elite levels for upgrades that makes it nearly impossible to get into the front cabin, and measuring loyalty based on dollars spent rather than miles flown.  American has done all that.

At one time in the mid-eighties I flew so much that I enjoyed top tier recognition at United, Continental, TWA, Eastern, Delta, Pan Am, and American.  I could expect good service and reasonable comfort for a decent fare on most any domestic flight.

By the time that carriers spiraled into death throes and compacted into the remaining Big Three, I had abandoned United for good after years of being pummeled even as a 1K flyer (then United’s top elite category).  But at least I had American, where I had flown 1.2 million miles and held Lifetime Gold credentials, and I had Delta, with my Lifetime Platinum privileges after flying 5.3 million miles.

Then AA croaked, and it was bought by America West and slammed crudely together with US Airways.  When the dust settled, I found my 34 AAdvantage 500-mile upgrades to be stranded in a state of everlasting uselessness.  So many top tier US Airways and former American Airlines flyers were vying for upgrades that only a purchased first class ticket got me into the front cabin.

I also began to notice that “early boarding” as a Gold wasn’t that early.  These days it is usually middle of the pack, after military and those in need of assistance, families with small children, First Class, and Executive Platinum/Platinum.  Increasingly, overhead space is limited by the time I board, and that’s after I pay a higher fare just to get a seat assignment.

So, why, I asked myself, am I still flying on American?  Surely it isn’t for the miles.  Since the merger, as I said above, the AAdvantage program has become ever stingier, case in point my 34 upgrades in purgatory.

Thus, sitting with 184,684 AAdvantage miles in declining value, I sought to cash in 180,000 miles for a business class round trip to Johannesburg before things got worse.

The online international award requests show mostly American and British Airways connections, with a smattering of Iberia flights, but almost no business class award seats on any carrier’s flights.  And no flights visible on other partners, like Qatar Airways.

The sole option to book international award seats is to call an AA agent, and so I did.  The AA agents I spoke with over a three day period were all super-helpful.  I’d hire any of them.

But not even nice professional people armed with the right company-provided software tools can help you find something that isn’t there.  Their patient searches (one call lasted 34 minutes) came up with zero business class award seats on AA, BA, or Iberia on any dates in the Plan Ahead category for the four-month period of July, August, September, and November.  I am extremely flexible for this particular trip, but flexibility doesn’t work if there are no seats.

I was told “Any Time” award seats were available for some flights (though this doesn’t show up online for international award requests), but even with 184,684 miles, I didn’t have enough for a one way in business, let alone round trip.

After three days of expert searching by senior AA agents, only one option came up: a convoluted itinerary using American and Qatar Raleigh-Philladelphia-Doha-Johannesburg-Doha-Boston-LaGuardia-Raleigh.  But even for 180,000 miles, no first class was available on the AA domestic flights.  It was take-it-or-leave-it, so I took it, and thus I will be flying in coach RDU/PHL, BOS/LGA, and LGA/RDU.

For 180,000 miles, American still denies me a seat in the front cabin on an RJ.  Sheesh.  This experience underscores why I won’t miss flying on American.  Meanwhile, my 34 AAdvantage 500-mile upgrade certificates, some purchased and some earned, sit frozen and unusable in my account, a shrine to my foolhardiness in trusting the contemptible people who run American Airlines.

A recent one-night stopover in Los Angeles at a humdrum LAX hotel and without a rental car taught me two valuable lessons:  I don’t need a gaudy Hollywoodland palace in which to lay my head at night, and there are times when I can eschew driving myself around L.A.

A week before my trip I glanced at my hotel reservation and suddenly thought that $199 for one night at the LAX Hilton (plus tax and parking, and breakfast extra) was more than I cared to pay. Online, I soon found the Hampton Inn LAX El Segundo at just $89 per night, including continental breakfast, so I booked it and cancelled the fancy Hilton.

At the same time, I noticed that I had a Hertz car reserved for 24 hours at LAX.  The sheer rental car logistics, which I have experienced a hundred times at LAX over the decades, made me tired just thinking about it:

Wait for the Hertz bus on the curb with my luggage after locating where it stops by my airline’s terminal.

Stuff into the always-crowded bus and carefully watch my luggage on the rack.

Wait for the bus to stop at every LAX airline terminal.

Endure the bus as it lurches over to the big Hertz rental facility north of the airport.

Find my car—never quite what I want—and check it out for damage before accepting it.

Drive to the Hertz gate bottleneck and wait in a long queue to get out because there are never enough gate staff.

Crawl through LAX north-to-south traffic to the hotel in El Segundo.

Later, undergo the stressful drive to my meeting in Long Beach on always-maddening and slow  I-405.

Find a parking place.

Drive back to my hotel and find parking again.

Next morning leave extra early to find a gas station and fill up.

Creep through LAX traffic back to the Hertz lot.

Get a receipt and wince that the forgettable plain-Jane car cost $139 for one day after all the local and state taxes and special airport fees are lumped into the basic cost

Run for the Hertz courtesy bus back to the airport (the bus doors invariably close as I walk up).

Stuff onto the crowded bus again.

Crawl through traffic back to LAX, watching my luggage like a hawk as people get off.

Stop at every airline until my stop.

No, I thought, not this time, not for just one day.  I would use Uber or Lyft and avoid the tiresomeness and cost of the rental car process. It would also be easier and, according to my calculations, cheaper than renting a car.

When my plane touched down, I called the Hampton for a shuttle bus.  The hotel staffer was polite and crisp in directing me to a certain curb and said it would be there in “about 12 minutes.”

Hotel shuttles are always later than advertised, but I didn’t argue. So I was bug-eyed when the bus arrived in 11 minutes and even more surprised when the driver rushed off the bus smiling and efficiently stowed my bags before leaping back into the driver’s seat.

In no time we had reached the modern but modest Hampton Inn LAX El Segundo, which hardly looked like a hotel at all from the street.  The property is nestled between  a nondescript commercial building and  the “105 Parking” garage (long-term, off-airport parking) with which it shares the shuttle services.

Smiling front desk staff let me check in early at noon. The room was sunny, comfortable, quiet, and with all the usual stuff: free Wi-Fi, big-screen TV, etc.  The Hampton breakfast the next morning was the same old boring continental offering of every inexpensive hotel in America, but for $89, it was a great deal. The only glitch was having my sleep interrupted at 12:30 AM by a woman talking loudly on phone next door. I eventually had to shout at her through the connecting doors to keep it down. She did.

My experience using Lyft to and from Long Beach was excellent. Somehow, I had earned a discount of 50% each way, which brought the one-way price to $15. I had competent drivers and quick 30-minute trips. Even tipping each driver $5, my total fares came to $40—a bargain anywhere!  Even had I not qualified for the half-off discount, the total would have been $70, which is half what I would have paid to Hertz—and totally stress-free. I will positively be using Lyft (and Uber) on future Los Angeles trips to avoid LAX rental cars whenever possible.

Returning to the airport after checking out—I will definitely go back to that Hampton—the “105 Parking” shuttle driver was just as upbeat and efficient as the driver the day before.  He briskly helped everyone with luggage, and he was dead on time, which I always appreciate.

LAX is usually a zoo just because it’s LAX. Even granting that reality, Delta’s Terminal 3 (originally TWA) is cramped and worn out. The security screen was a rat’s maze with no room to move even in the hard-to-find TSA Pre line. Everything felt totally makeshift.


No place to sit while waiting at Delta’s LAX Terminal 3

Terminal 3 gates in the ancient circular rotunda offered no seats or room to breathe.   I like standing before boarding, true especially that morning as I was on the nonstop to RDU, a long flight, but the lack of seating was inexcusable.  A long line for the sole women’s toilet never seem to shorten. Delta promises a multi-billion dollar makeover of terminals 2 and 3 to commence this year (2018).  It’s desperately needed.


The long line for the women’s toilet snaked out into the rotunda at Delta’s LAX Terminal 3

All in, I think I spent $172 for the day and night, including lodging, Lyft, tips, and meals.  Even better, I didn’t have to rent a car, find parking, or drive it through L.A. congestion.  All good and a blueprint for future trips.

The world has some surprises left even for a blasé traveler like me.  My wife and I booked a bargain fare on Air New Zealand to Rarotonga (Cook Islands) in the South Pacific having never heard of the place and without knowing where it is or what to expect when we got there, as I wrote about it here.

So, Rarotonga was a mystery to me.  I wondered: Would I like it?  I did, very much.  In fact I was delighted with its charms.


Rarotonga: Just 10,572 souls on a bucolic and peaceful tropical rock, one of the Cook Islands. It’s the most jolting juxtaposition imaginable to land there on a huge 777 from the teeming millions and madness of Los Angeles and step into the itty-bitty shed of an airport and be greeted by just three friendly immigration officials.

It must be the smallest nonstop international destination of any plane departing LAX.


This photo of the Rarotonga airport terminal makes it seem more grand than it is

In fact the island’s enticements began with that airport experience: landing between the mountains and sea on Rarotonga’s one runway, old-fashioned air-stairs to put us on the tarmac and then a short walk to the modest terminal building, a musician performing soothing tropical songs on a ukulele as we entered the building, the efficient Immigration and Customs officers, the warm breezes wafting through the open terminal, the 15 second stroll to the exit and then palm trees and coral reefs. Suddenly stress was left behind.


Our Air NZ 777 from LAX

I picked up an Avis rental car from a friendly lady in the small office.  She didn’t have my reservation, but gave me a car anyway and took my booking confirmation document saying, “No worries! We’ll get it straight for you.”  When has that ever happened at a rental car counter?

And off we drove with the windows down in our Toyota Corolla.  It was just 17 minutes at slow speed (max on Rarotonga is 50 KPH, about 33 MPH) to our Airbnb villa directly on the beach of the coral reef lagoon which surrounds the island.  The owner had left the key under a clam shell, and soon we were unpacked and going for our first snorkeling experience.


West of Tahiti 711 miles, but no harder to get to because both are so far south. Nonstop 9.5 hr flight from LAX on Air New Zealand.

Less than 2,000 miles (about 4.5 hours by air) to Auckland.

Directly south of Hawai’i and exactly as far south of the Equator as Hawai’i is north of it, so very similar weather both places.

Lies east of the International Date Line and, like Hawai’i, is 5 hours earlier than ET.


The Rarotonga beaches are mostly white sand, and the lagoon no more than six feet deep with crystal clear water.  The reef’s steep and dangerous drop-off to the open sea is about a quarter mile out.  Swimmers inexperienced with the strong currents regularly drown there.  We decided not to die and snorkeled inside the extensive lagoon, which was filled with healthy branch, brain, and fan corals and a variety of small tropical reef fish.


The view never got old from our front deck of the coral reef lagoon and white sandy beach.  You can see the breakers at the drop-off in the distance.

No big man-eating sharks cruise the lagoon, but Stonefish are reputed to live there. I didn’t find any, luckily, as their poisonous dorsal spines jammed into a foot can be lethal.  We always wore tough reef shoes or flippers, too.

The myriad of coral heads are visible in the clear water, especially at low tide, which made for a gorgeous view from our deck.  The view from our deck of the lagoon and the distant breakers at the reef drop-off was spectacular and never got old.


Paddleboarding on the coral reef lagoon in front our Airbnb villa near Vaima-ana. Note the breakers out at the drop-off in the distance.


Many thousands of chickens run free on Rarotonga, as do hundreds, if not thousands, of dogs. Dogs often followed us home, even though they have homes.

The surviving chickens are expert flyers in a classic Darwinian battle to escape the dogs that chase and try to kill them. Successive generations of chickens have become high flyers indeed, as we witnessed many times. I’ve never seen chickens that fly that well.

Goats abound on Rarotonga, with fewer hogs and cows.

Because all dining is al fresco, it is a bounty for mosquitos (the island boasts small day and night mosquitos).

Very small and speedy ants excelled at finding food left out in our beautiful and modern Airbnb beach house.

Our Airbnb villa came with bicycles, paddleboards, and kayaks.  We availed ourselves of them all, but we found that walking was safer and more pleasant than biking.  Traffic on the main road (about the ONLY road) around the island is not heavy, but the road is narrow and has few shoulders for cyclists to move out of the way.


Our Airbnb villa looking back from the coral reef lagoon

Intermittent rain fell during our six days on Rarotonga in mid-December, including a torrential downpour one day, but skies soon cleared, and we snorkeled twice daily even in the rain.

Perfectly ripe, to-die-for papayas are widely available on Rarotonga at 10 for NZ$6, which is about US 43 cents each.  Locals call them paw-paws.  Lots of other tropical fruit, too.


Ah, the papayas!  I doused them with lime juice.

There isn’t much to do on Rarotonga, which is in large part its appeal. It’s characterized by good food, nice people, a slow pace, and the wonderful coral reef lagoon.  It’s heavenly if you just want to relax, catch rays, swim and snorkel, read, and enjoy the friendly people.

Crime is not (yet?) a big problem on Rarotonga as it is on Fiji and in Tahiti, although we were coached not to leave anything of value outside and to lock windows and doors whenever we left, including closing curtains and blinds, as some people cruise the beach looking for opportunities, especially when they see tourists way out on the reef snorkeling.

Lots of Photo Voltaic panels are installed on the island, particularly in new construction, because of the abundance of tropical sunlight and the very high cost of electricity (all island power is diesel-generated and expensive). Our place had enough PV to provide all our power plus a surplus sold back to the grid each month. Without it, the electric bill for our one bedroom place was said to be over NZ$1000 per month (about US$714).

Some restaurants were disappointments despite being highly rated. At the waterfront and well-known Trader Jack’s in Avarua (the biggest “town” on Rarotonga), the best part of the meal was the Diet Cokes. If you go there, DON’T get the smoked fish cakes, and DON’T get the NZ mussels.

That said, we enjoyed two delicious and memorable lunches in the local Avarua market at no-name booths of prawn curry and garlic prawn. Best meals we had in the island.


Scrumptious prawn curry from a local food stand in Avarua


My wife came down with bronchitis on the second day, and I succumbed a day later.   Hacking and coughing, I made an appointment with a local doctor.  Nothing is very far from anything else on Rarotonga, so we set off about 15 minutes early to see Doctor Uka (pronounced YOU-KA) in Muri Beach.

I didn’t expect it to be like a Raleigh clinic, and I was right. Dr. Uka’s “surgery” (the Brit term for clinic) was open both front (on the street) and back (to a dirt alley and field). The good doctor was attired in a well-worn Hawaiian shirt and shorts, and he was barefoot and very fat in the Maori-Samoan way (takes one to know one, except I don’t have the excuse of Samoan physiology). He had no sink to wash his hands between patients.

We sat by his desk, which was placed by the open back door, no doubt the better for cooling breezes. Numerous chickens wandered by and looked in (as I said above, chickens by the thousands wander everywhere on Rarotonga).  Dr. Uka might as well have been practicing medicine outside. He only listened to our lungs before writing prescriptions, did not take our temps or ask questions. The doc was extremely good-natured and friendly.  Frankly, I wished my physician back home operated the same way.

Dr. Uka charged NZ$50 each in cash (US$35). No receipt or record was given. It was a bargain.


Dr Uka’s waiting room by the street at Muri Beach, Rarotonga

The pharmacy was a kilometer away and supposed to open at 10:00 AM, but the very nice proprietress didn’t arrive until 10:25 AM. Our Augmentin (antibiotic) was NZ$15 each and the Prednisone (steroid) was NZ$2 for a total of NZ$32, or US$22.50, another bargain.

While waiting for the pharmacy to open, we grabbed delicious and filling, perfectly cooked pineapple pancakes with bananas and bacon and maple syrup at the adjacent Aussie-run Deli-Licious Muri Beach Cafe for NZ$13.50 (US$9.50). I enjoyed watching a chicken wander into the café, and nobody cared. I fed the local Mynah Birds a scrap or two.


Pineapple pancakes with bananas & bacon at Muri Beach, breakfast fit for a king!

Bronchitis notwithstanding, we continued to snorkel on the coral reef lagoon in front of our beach house twice a day religiously.


The lagoon’s reef fish are, like a great many place we snorkel nowadays, in decline and obviously so. We’ve seen this all over the Caribbean (many islands, especially including our favorite snorkeling place, St. John), Tahiti, Hawaii, Fiji, The Maldives, Barbados, The Caymans, remote islands in the Philippines, Belize, Costa Rica, Bali, Mexico’s Isla Mujeres, remote Thai islands, even some places on Australia’s Great Barrier Reef. Climate change and over-fishing are dramatically diminishing fish stocks and killing reefs.

That said, the Rarotonga reef is healthy by comparison, and the water is as clear as anywhere we’ve ever been. But the fish on the reef are small and lack great species diversity because most adult fish have been caught and eaten. We saw few parrot fish, for instance, because it’s a delicacy. Lots of trigger fish, though, because they are not too big and not considered good to eat. Many varieties of beautiful aquarium size fish abound, especially among the branch coral heads (as opposed to the solid brain coral which lack crevices to hide in), which are beautiful and fun to watch.

Truth is, unless you spend a ton of money to go to hard-to-reach dive spots, the Eden-like places are gone. However, we greatly enjoyed our snorkeling every day on Rarotonga.

Fish for eating on Rarotonga are also in decline. Mahi-mahi (dolphin) was very expensive because almost fished out. Ditto for most other fin fish species. The main meat fish there now is Striped Marlin and White Marlin, which are also in decline from overfishing. Hard to get oysters, shrimp (prawns), and scallops, too, and zero crabs. All overfished.  Except for the fresh-caught Marlin, the majority of seafood, in fact most food, on Rarotonga is imported from New Zealand.

With so many people on the planet, resource management is not working in places like the Cook Islands, nor throughout the entire South Pacific. Even though those island nations are small in population and have legal fishing rights going out 200 miles, factory boats from China, India, Indonesia, Japan, Korea, Southeast Asia, and Europe plunder the sea without legal sanction. Small nations like the Cook Islands struggle even to keep their telecom/Internet functioning and certainly lack the enforcement resources to protect their own fishing rights. Not a pretty picture.


BlueSky has the monopoly on all landline telephone, mobile and Internet service in the Cook Islands. Its unreliability is legendary, the source of the local nickname for the company: GraySky. It’s a perennial joke due to one bungle after another.

Following an October fire that melted down the entire BlueSky network in one small building with zero redundancy, phones and Internet reportedly just came back—well, mostly—in mid-December. We experienced intermittent failures of Internet and phone service, including one that knocked out everything overnight.

Imagine an entire country’s population without any landline telephone, mobile, or Internet service. No way to contact anyone. No way to call the police, ambulance, or firefighting services.  Credit card machines in restaurants and businesses down. At the airport, no Internet means no way to print boarding passes or to dispatch airplanes with weight and balance documents. Customs and Immigration computers are offline, stranding passengers outbound and not allowing entry of inbound.

When working, BlueSky sells Internet short subscriptions in MB/GB increments and for so many days which work wherever Wi-Fi is available. While many places broadcast Wi-Fi signals, signing on to the Internet is impossible without a BlueSky subscription. Even then, however, service is intermittent and sloooow.  Being sole-source in a tiny market, though, BlueSky does as it wishes.


On the last day we decided to rent a day room because the Airbnb checkout time was noon, and our flight didn’t leave until nearly midnight.  Several sources recommended the Islander Hotel, which is directly across the street from the airport.

The Islander was a big disappointment.  Thank God we didn’t stay there overnight.  Where to start in the litany of things wrong with the place?  Security was a problem because the antiquated infrastructure featured louvered windows over the door and over the shower in the bathroom, too, both with glass easy to remove should someone want to break in.

The glass louvers also meant zero noise protection from the long, dark hallway. You could hear everything said as if passersby were in our room.


The long, loud hall outside our room at the despicable Islander Hotel on Rarotonga

We were told that our room looked out on the coral reef, but the large “Hula Bar” just outside our window blocked the view completely, and the band there started playing early.

So stereo noise from within and without. The hotel thoughtfully provides ear plugs and a warning sign in our room about the loud, nearly incessant noise.


Earplugs couldn’t dampen the noise from the hallway and the Hula Bar outside our window

The lumpy, hard beds were uncomfortable even to read on, let alone when trying to nap.

Bathrobes were provided. We guessed they were for privacy since anyone walking outside by the Hula Bar could look directly into our room if the drapes were open.

The outside window opened easily with one lock ajar and the other loose, another security worry.

I guess the place would be okay if you were 19 or 20 years old and wanted to party hard all night. But for us, we were grateful to be staying there only for a few hours and then never again.

On the plus side, the Islander had a very nice staff.  Rarotongans are just naturally pleasant people.

But the Islander Hotel is very depressing, a huge letdown after our gorgeous Airbnb villa. And extremely expensive for a day room (US$149), especially considering the state of the property. Don’t go there.


It was hard to leave Rarotonga. No place is perfect, of course, but we loved the slow traffic and not much of it, and no news about Trump or Congress. We de-stressed in the tropical sun and warm temps, lush vegetation, among genuinely nice people, enjoying delicious local food in the markets (not the tourist restaurants), and the coral reef lagoon with crystal clear visibility.  Ah, heaven!

Is flying Delta Air Lines in domestic first class automatically better than a seat in the slowly improving Comfort+ cabin right behind First? Maybe, probably, but I am finding that with enhancements to Comfort+ and depending upon type of aircraft assigned, the differences are shrinking. So no easy answer.

Regarding airport clubs, where there’s an American Express Centurion Club or Priority Pass Club, are those lounges better than Delta’s SkyClub? In my experience, it depends on where I am and where I need to be at any particular airport.  In other words, no pat answer here, either.

Back to class differences, on a recent flight RDU to Seattle on the daily Delta nonstop (DL2556, leaves at 0705), the airline had assigned one of their newest and spiffiest 737-800 aircraft to the six hour flight.  My upgrade to first didn’t happen, but I had a bulkhead seat in Comfort+ immediately behind First.

Delta has reconfigured most of its planes now with a minimal divider to separate the forward cabin from coach, just a translucent ceiling panel and a flimsy curtain.  Without a hard wall between the classes, those in the Comfort+ “bulkhead” row immediately behind the last row of first have unlimited legroom.  Sure, the side-to-side (width) is still as cramped as ever, but the spatial impression in front is a spiritual as well as a physical relief.


Hardly any separation any more between First Class and Comfort+ on Delta airplanes.

Boarding was smooth, and service after takeoff in Comfort+ was fantastic.  FAs came through five times with beverage and snack service on the almost six hour flight, killing us with kindness each time.

Which reminds me of the recent report that it is five times harder to become a Delta flight attendant now than to gain entry to Harvard. The positive attitudes of Delta cabin crew has certainly skyrocketed in the last few years, and every one on our flight to SEA struck me as someone I’d hire.

Taking advantage of the complimentary beverages in Comfort+, I jokingly asked for Champagne and was surprised to be immediately served a properly ice-cold glass of dry Prosecco, bubbling just the way it should.  Ah, an echo to the golden age of flying!  And in coach to boot, I thought.

The screens and cinema selection on the gleaming new 737-800 were outstanding.  I watch almost two movies between snacking, drinking, reading, and dozing.  Before I knew it, we were descending on final into Sea-Tac.  My initial disappointment at not being upgraded dissipated right after boarding at Raleigh. I was astonished to find myself, well, content at being in the Delta premium economy cabin.

Was it the type of airplane?  The cabin crew?  The fact that I was in the row right behind First Class? Something else?  Probably all that, but that’s what constitutes a happy experience: Not any one thing, but the existential satisfaction of the whole.

Later that day I flew a Delta 717 “shuttle” flight SEA/LAX.  There’s one scheduled every two hours.  Also in Comfort+, also in a bulkhead seat, also with a great crew eager to please.  All good, but after all, only a quick and routine flight between two busy cities.  That said, it was a darn sight more comfortable than any Eastern Airlines Shuttle flight that I often, in days of old, endured between Washington, NYC and Boston.

Returning home on December 24 from LAX to Raleigh, I was confirmed in First Class on the Delta nonstop (only about five hours) and was feeling pretty smug about it.  Ah, comfort and no stress, I thought.  After my great flight to Seattle in Comfort+, this would be the icing on the cake, and getting home just in time for Christmas.

And yet, it was just okay, not anything special, somehow missing parts of that existential satisfaction of the whole I mentioned above.  The seat was wider and more comfortable than any in Comfort+, and the Prosecco just as cold and fizzy.  We were served a good breakfast and bombarded with service from the smiling, good-natured front cabin staff.

What was missing? Little things. Perhaps it was the plane itself, an older and somewhat tired 737 that day with very tiny screens and a poor IFE system.  The cabin had that shopworn look that I’ve become accustomed to on American Airlines aircraft, as if they couldn’t quite hide its decline into shabbiness.

Okay, I admit I see things differently on airplanes than most other people.  Be that as it may, when I walked off the Jetway at Raleigh, I remember thinking that the experience going west had been more pleasant in Comfort+ overall than being in First Class on this flight.

My takeaway is that every flight has its mysteries and uncertainties to be revealed.  I just never know until the flight is done. Of course I will at all times strive for a seat in First, but I now know that Delta’s Comfort+ can be a pleasant sanctuary almost equal to the front cabin.

Back to the subject of club and lounge choices, I could have entered the Delta SkyClub on my AmEx Platinum Card, but since there was also an American Express Centurion Lounge between me and my connecting gate, I opted for that, even though Delta has greatly upgraded (in my opinion) their SkyClubs in the recent years, a process that continues, with better ambiance and dramatic improvements to food options.


SEA AmEx Centurion Lounge even provided free leather luggage tags with engraved initials.

Just the same, the SEA Centurion Lounge puts the SkyClub to shame.  It is classier, has tastier and more interesting choices in nourishment, and boasts a bar that looks and feels like a real bar.  It’s easy to forget you are in an airport at a Centurion Club.  I believe that American Express is achieving a sense of exclusivity and elegance in its airport clubs that makes them a cut above the SkyClubs and Admirals Clubs.


SEA Centurion Lounge offers a proper bar selection, all complimentary.

Arriving at Delta’s new home at LAX, Terminals 2 and 3, which are being extensively renovated (and desperately need it), it was back to Delta SkyClubs in both. Delta gave up long-held Terminal 5 because the alleys there are always congested from LAX Terminals 4 and 6. Also the LAX north-side terminals 1 (Southwest), 2 (now Delta), and 3 (now Delta) offer easy access (short taxis) to the longer north-side runways which the airline and its partners use more often.

To assure passengers make connections between terminals and to partner flights in the Bradley International Terminal next door to Terminal 3, Delta shuttle buses operate between and among all three terminals. The shuttles have an additional advantage in keeping passengers airside without having to endure another security screen. That alone is a huge benefit of connecting at LAX via DL flights and its partners.


Delta shuttle buses at LAX whisk customers between Terminals 2, 3 and Bradley International. Note Delta SkyTeam partner Air France A380 taking off for Paris CDG on the north runway.

I first spent time at the LAX Terminal 3 SkyClub, which is the old TWA Ambassador Club (I was a member in the 80s and 90s). I later took a Delta shuttle bus to the Terminal 2 club because it has showers (the old Air New Zealand lounge), and I needed one before my overseas flight. The excellent food at both Delta SkyClubs surprised me, and the happy and attentive staff in both clubs was good to experience.


Scrumptious, fresh-made Thai Chicken Red Curry Soup brought around on trays at Delta SkyClub LAX Terminal 3, one of the club’s many happy surprises.

Feeling fresh and in clean clothes after the long day, I took another Delta shuttle bus from Terminal 2 to the Bradley terminal to wait almost five hours for my international flight.  I was delighted that I never left the sanctity of TSA security from RDU, a once-and-done experience all the way to my destination overseas, thanks to Delta’s system for keeping me airside at LAX.  I thank the well-informed SkyClub staff for advising me on that trick.

Bypassing the usual airline check-in counter experience at Bradley (outside security), I did not have a hard copy of my international flight boarding pass.  However, I had checked in online and had an e-copy on my phone.  That proved quite sufficient when I eventually boarded, another new experience for me.  I don’t recall ever before skipping that trip to the international check-in counter, after which enduring another security screen.

No AmEx Centurion Lounge exists at Bradley (or anywhere yet at LAX), and there are no Delta SkyClubs at Bradley, either, but I found a Priority Pass Lounge: the KAL Lounge, which is also the SkyTeam lounge.  By contrast to the pleasant experiences earlier in the day at the Centurion Lounge at SEA and the two Delta SkyClubs at LAX terminals 2 and 3, the huge Korean Airlines Lounge was over-crowded and proved oddly to be overheated  Nonetheless, it was far superior to be in it rather than outside in the main concourse, the usual zoo.


The KAL Lounge at LAX, also a Priority Pass Lounge, was too hot and overcrowded, but I was happy to be there.

The KAL Lounge offered the normal unlimited food and drink. I grabbed a nice California Cab and walked out onto the large terrace that overlooked the central Bradley concourse to escape the heat.  There I contemplated the enormous video screens constructed to appear nearly 3-D in several directions.  They reminded me vaguely of the billboard blimps in the dystopian movie, Blade Runner. Well, I thought, it is Hollywoodland, after all.


View from the terrace of the KAL Lounge at LAX Bradley Terminal of the central concourse and giant screens.

It was cooler and uncrowded on the terrace, with a good view of similar balconies leading from other airline clubs around the perimeter of the central concourse.  Not ideal surroundings inside the stuffy and stuffed lounge, especially compared to the other clubs that day,

Okay, not perfect, but it was relaxing on the lounge porch.  I refilled my red wine a time or two and helped myself to sushi and finger food on offer as flight time approached. I reflected with relief that my Priority Pass membership to many hundreds of airport lounges worldwide (comes with AmEx Platinum Card, just as does membership in AmEx Centurion Lounges and Delta SkyClubs) had rescued me there at LAX Bradley from a long and dreary wait down below among the throngs without access to clubs.

In sum, all the clubs had their points.  Even the least of the three, the KAL Lounge, was a superb refuge from the incessant drumbeat of airport stress.  True enough, but I will be even more pleased when American Express Centurion Lounges, where the existential satisfaction of the club experience is realized, are widely available.

Back in August I jumped on an Air New Zealand fare sale on the carrier’s once-weekly flight between Los Angeles and Rarotonga, Cook Islands.  Rarotonga and the Cooks are little known in America, though it’s a favorite New Zealand tropical getaway. I wrote about the place in a post here.

I intended to book the airline’s Premium Economy roundtrip, but curiosity got the better of me, and I upgraded to Air NZ’s Business Class returning. The fare difference of several hundred dollars on the way home made sense when I discovered the 777-200 aircraft on the LAX/RAR route are now equipped with NZ’s newest lie-flat seats in Business rather than the carrier’s old cradle-style Business seats.

Why pay extra?  I wanted to compare the comfort, space, and service of each class.  Regular readers will know that I have flown international first and business class services on most airlines worldwide since the 1970s, but Premium Economy is relatively novel to me.

So what’s the verdict? The experience of testing both classes was worth the money. Based on my personal criteria, I would choose to fly again in Air New Zealand’s Premium Economy over Business Class.

The reason? NZ’s lie-flat Business Class, the premier service option, is fine and dandy, but the extra space, comfort, and service in PE was sufficient to provide me with all I needed for long flights, including restful sleep.  The premium to get into the front cabin isn’t justified to me, despite the excellent service to be enjoyed there.

Air New Zealand PE is so good, compared to lie-flat Business, that I can easily imagine the airline eliminating Business Class entirely on some routes like LAX/RAR in favor of just two classes: PE and economy.

That said, things didn’t get off to a propitious start on Air New Zealand 19 from LAX to Rarotonga on December 16.  Bradley International Terminal has long been overcrowded, with the result that LAX has created “temporary” remote boarding stands way down at the west end of airport between the runways. Temporary since 2001, that is.

When real gates at Bradley become saturated, flights are assigned to those remote boarding stands, and passengers are bussed to the planes. To load buses, flyers are herded to the extreme northwest corner of Bradley, essentially the terminal basement, where a shabby, ill-lit, makeshift warehouse-store-size area that opens directly to the tarmac has been set up with podiums reminiscent of Costco checkout counters.  The podiums are labeled as gates, which of course they are not, but they serves to screen passengers before allowing them out on the tarmac to buses. It’s a third world experience.


Look like fun?  NOT!

After enduring the Wal-Martish, almost penal colony aura of the cavernous and ugly space around gates 136 to 141 at the NW lower corner of Bradley LAX, NZ19 boarding (to buses) commenced. Air New Zealand agents called Business Class first, then Premium Economy, and we dutifully boarded the bus, relieved at least that we’d get to the plane ahead of the unwashed.

Wrong!  Our bus sat on the tarmac until it was packed to the gills: Business Class, Premium Economy, and sardine class travelers crushed together in a triumph of egalitarian execution. Incongruously, a food truck parked on the tarmac adjacent to our idling bus, something I’ve never seen at an airport anywhere, beckoned late night workers (it was after 10:00 PM by then).


Food truck on the active LAX tarmac.  Wonder if the driver was screened.

Only when not a single additional stroller or baby seat or bag or body could be shoved into the bus did the doors close. The vehicle shimmied and groaned as it ground slowly to the far western end of LAX to the “temporary” gate stand adjacent to our aircraft.  Other buses, likewise packed, followed.

The buses vomited out their throngs onto a dystopian, harsh concrete ramp up a menacing, shadowy incline to a flimsy, narrow jet bridge, a cinematic scene from the film noir genre.  The experience sent shivers through me.  Many of the youngest children sensed a vague threat in the darkness and shadow and began to wail in fear. I flashed on pigs being whipped up a ramp into the slaughterhouse. Ah, LAX paradise!


The creepy ramp of dark shadows at the remote stand at LAX

The relief of finally reaching the airplane door was palpable. I remarked to an Air NZ staffer herding us that it was a shocking welcome on board. He leaned in close and hissed through gritted teeth to me, “Dehumanizing indeed, and it’s been this way for SIXTEEN YEARS!”


Little kids cried in fear as we made our way up the unwelcoming ramp to the plane at LAX

Nice people as New Zealanders are, staff feigned happy talk, but it was a total horror show boarding, and not even a pretense of differentiation among classes of service.  Only when we stepped on board did some passengers peel away to Business Class while the rest of us found our seats in Premium Economy or coach.  I felt sorry for Business Class customers who deserved better treatment for the fares they had paid.

Any advantage I had in securing my carryon by being boarded ahead of other passengers had been lost in the chaos just described. I had paid $10 extra for a bulkhead seat in Premium Economy, but the forward compartment over my seat contained a roller bag, and the PE cabin was already nearly full, including the overheads. Guess I should have waited to board the bus last so as to be first off and up the creepy ramp.

I found overhead space, but it was far enough behind me to be a nuisance when I needed access to my bag.  I would later spot an Air NZ flight attendant going into that roller bag in the overhead compartment directly above my bulkhead seat.  I was not amused by her capture of what I viewed as my precious space.  I contemplated asking her for my $10 back.

A “welcome on board” glass of Champagne to sooth my soul would have been nice. I expected at least a NZ bubbly, if not the real thing.  After all, Cathay routinely serves boarding Champagne in their PE cabin (see this post).

It never came.  Air NZ flight attendants were frantically helping customers find their seats.  I couldn’t get anyone’s attention.  Up in Business Class, though, I could see eager hands grabbing for Champagne flutes then being brought down the aisle, to my envy.

We pulled away 35 minutes behind schedule, but the captain informed us it would be a short 8.5 hours to Rarotonga once airborne and we would arrive on time. I dozed on takeoff, glad the madness of LAX was finished.

As soon as I dropped into my PE seat I found that it was plenty wide enough for comfort and for privacy from my seatmate. I also noted the seat bottom was well-padded for comfort, and I figured out the tricky leg rest mechanism.  The heavy blanket and large pillow were boons to slumber, too, as were the complimentary headphones, which appeared identical to the ones provided in Business.  The seat’s comfy angle of recline contributed to relaxation as well.


My bulkhead PE seat (on the right) on NZ19 LAX/RAR

Forty minutes after takeoff smiling, energetic Air New Zealand flight attendants began making up for the omission of boarding service by bringing around trays of Champagne and orange juice.

Served in plastic glasses, though, and a bit flat and tepid. Obviously the crew had poured as many as possible on climb-out and let the stuff sit until it lost its fizz and warmed to cabin temp.  I flashed on the Cathay PE Champagne served in real glasses, perfectly chilled and quite bubbly.  I knew I had been spoiled.

Nonetheless, I downed my cup in one gulp and glanced up to grab another.  The FA noticed my look of dire need and promised me a second serving would be “the good stuff from behind the iron curtain!” He winked and nodded towards Business Class.  Soon he was back with a real glass of real French Champagne, cold and fizzy. I savored that one slowly and properly.

The meal was eventually presented in several courses.  Not nearly as lavish as Business Class, but with tasty enough options. Entrees were inexplicably much delayed. When I was served another real glass flute of real French Champagne from the front cabin without asking, I didn’t complain.

The movie selection was good, and the screens in PE of excellent resolution and size.  I tried hard to watch the 1966 Paul Newman movie “Harper” but couldn’t keep my eyes open.  The Air NZ Premium Economy seat had the right soporific design elements.  Despite attentive flight attendants in the PE cabin throughout the night, I slept soundly.


Looking over the PE cabin on NZ19 LAX/RAR

I awoke for a two course breakfast (one cold, one hot), which was good and hit the spot, after a satisfying sleep.  Soon we were on final approach to Rarotonga Airport.  I kept thinking what an easy and relaxing flight it had been after such a frenzied beginning at LAX, to which I attributed the great seat design combined with good cabin service.

Returning RAR/LAX on NZ18 in Business Class six days later included use of the modest but superb Air NZ lounge airside at Rarotonga Airport.  It’s a tiny airport to begin with, and I was therefore surprised to find a club at all.  I was glad to have the oasis of calm to wait in and even more pleased to discover the finger food and cheeses were delicious.


Air New Zealand lounge at Rarotonga Airport

When boarding time arrived for our 777-200 the lounge manager announced that we were to follow her to the gate, which was just outside the door.  The airside space at the RAR Airport is small, so it was a short walk to the gate agents, who checked passports and boarding passes (again) and showed us to the planeside stairs (no jetways at RAR).  It was an easy, relaxed process, just the way it should have been done, so much better than the craziness at LAX outbound.


Looking from the Air NZ lounge at RAR into the entirety of the tiny airside waiting area

On board a flock of flight attendants in Business Class greeted us with big smiles and showed us to our seats, immediately returning with trays of Champagne and orange juice. Once my luggage was stowed in the large overhead compartments, I settled into seat 2A, the first row window-side seat.  The Champagne was again not very chilled and almost flat, but I said to hell with it and drank up two glasses anyway.


Air New Zealand 777-200 flight NZ18 on Dec 22 ready for boarding on the tarmac at Rarotonga

Note I did not say bulkhead or window seat.  Air New Zealand’s lie-flat Business seats adjacent to windows are angled sharply away from the windows so that passengers face the aisle, not the bulkhead.  It was difficult and uncomfortable from that strange position to turn to look out the window.


NZ18 Business Class seats face the aisle in a herringbone pattern

Aisle seats are also angled sharply facing forward towards the aisle, but in the opposite direction from the window seats in a herringbone pattern so that no one is exactly looking at anyone else, though a glance left or right will catch another passenger’s eye when they are seated.


NZ18 Business Class showing angled seats on opposite aisle

I don’t like this kind of angled seats.  The NZ ones are similar to the design of Virgin Atlantic’s Business Class (Upper Class—see my review here).  The seats feel a bit cramped and somehow too close to one’s neighbor, which I grant is an odd description considering that Air NZ Premium Economy seats are in reality closer together than those in Business.  And yet I prefer the PE seat configuration.

We were soon airborne and bound for Los Angeles, and the grand service began.  The evening meal came, as always in every airline’s Business Class, in several courses. It was all superior to the food in PE, even if awkwardly served on the large tray that pops up at the flick of a button.  Awkward because of the odd way the food portions were placed counterintuitively lengthwise on the tray, not because of flight attendant inadequacy. All good, though, including hot tea to finish.

Air NZ’s new biz seats have little ability to recline because of the bed mechanism.  At the touch of another button, the entire seat flips over with a soft “pop” sound and becomes a flat surfaced bed on which the FAs unroll a slim but comfortable padded mattress. Passengers then crawl up onto the flat surface, which is rigid and incapable of any nuances in recline (it’s binary: either flat or a chair, as you choose).

It slept well, though I found it nearly impossible to prop myself up to watch a movie (I was hoping to finish “Harper”).  Finally I gave up and drifted off to dreamland.

While I made an early morning trip to the head, the FAs unmade my bed without asking.  It was time for breakfast, so I didn’t complain.  Soon I had several more courses of the usual cold and hot breakfast items one expects in airplane front cabins.  By the time we touched down at LAX I was feeling sated and rested.  I had even managed to finish watching “Harper” while enjoying breakfast.

In summary, both Business and Premium Economy on Air New Zealand were excellent: comfortable, spacious enough, with service well done.  You can’t go wrong with either one, but if you want to stretch your dollars, I recommend the substantial comfort and spatial bump to PE above regular coach.  Usually that economy-to-PE fare difference won’t break the bank, and by comparison to Business fares, PE is a bargain.

Though I routinely employ the Amazon app on my Samsung smartphone to order and purchase an array of useless junk, I’ve shied away from large buys like airline tickets except on my laptop. That is, until now.

Last week I attended a two-day transit conference in Richmond and didn’t think I’d need my computer.  I’d already seen the Cathay Pacific super-sale offer that dropped like a gift from the heavens on Black Friday. Cathay’s eye-popping roundtrip deals to Hong Kong and beyond in Premium Economy were as low as $1,184, and in Business starting at $3,187, all priced the same from any U.S. gateway city.

The enticement to spend a few lovely days in Hong Kong again and to ride there and back in Cathay Pacific’s superb Premium Economy cabin for so little money excited my wife and me, but with a kid in 9th grade, we remain tethered to the school calendar and just couldn’t find dates that would work. Though the fare sale extended through the following Wednesday, my wife and I failed to hit pay dirt after spending the weekend feverishly comparing calendars. So I drove up to Richmond Monday afternoon with my cell phone and no laptop, certain that we weren’t going to Hong Kong on this sale.

Meantime, I spread the word hither and yon among my friends about Cathay’s extraordinary sale and the world-class service we had experienced with the airline over the 2016-17 Christmas-New Year’s holiday in Cathay’s PE cabin.  The wide date range for outbound travel allowed on this fare sale (January 1 to May 23) and liberal return policy (up to six months from date of departure) persuaded a number of folks I alerted to buy tickets on Cathay for no reason except to experience Hong Kong and to see what Premium Economy was like on the way there and back.


Cathay Pacific Premium Economy seats are widely spaced front and sides, and they recline comfortably for sleeping.

Most of those friends who bought passage during the sale were already aware of Cathay Pacific’s great business class comfort, privacy and top-notch service. They were also impressed with the ultra-low three grand fare in business.  However, none had before flown Premium Economy aboard any carrier, let alone in CX’s superior compartment.  They took my word that it was grand and bought tickets to satisfy their curiosity about PE while enjoying all the charm and food delights that Hong Kong has to offer at a very reasonable fare.  One told me he couldn’t NOT go at those prices!

By the time I reached the Marriott in Richmond on Monday afternoon, my phone was constantly buzzing with questions from friends and colleagues interested in leaping on the great Cathay deal before the clock ran out on Wednesday. Sharing their thrill was not quite the same as the exciting prospect of booking my own trip, but I was resigned that we couldn’t go this time.

Then Tuesday afternoon my wife emailed with a tiny travel window that would work for us.  Her plan, however, required leaving on the very last day of the outbound travel range, May 23.  My calendar showed May 23 to be the date of the regional transit authority’s Board of Trustees meeting.  As a Board officer, I’m honor-bound to attend meetings, which begin at noon.  Allowing for time to get to RDU airport, fly to JFK, and then get to our gate after the Board meeting meant that we could only book a late evening Cathay flight JFK/HKG.  Was there one?  Even if so, it seemed unlikely that Premium Economy seats would be available on the last flight on the last outbound legal date of the fare sale. Our temporary joy was dashed.


Cathay Pacific Premium Economy cabin is small and intimate.  Also not large screens.

Crestfallen, I opened the Cathay sale site on my Samsung S7 browser and scrolled through all the departures available on May 23.  And there it was: CX889 JFK/HKG, departing at 21:55 (9:55 PM) on May 23.

But were there Premium Economy seats remaining at the dirt-cheap sale price on the last flight on the last allowable outbound travel date?  Scrolling around with my fat fingers on the tiny screen I determined that, yes indeed, PE seats at $1,1,84 round trip were available.  I hit the “book” button for two seats with trepidation, my digit swaying nervously over the itty-bitty screen.

Boom! Cathay accepted the booking and asked for payment.  Did I dare give it my credit card over the loosey-goosey Marriott guest wifi?  Well, hell, I thought, I had no choice because I wasn’t going to get home to my computer until the time had expired on the Cathay fare sale. I could either do it or let the sale pass.

But I wouldn’t do it on an open wifi network.  Careful to keep my browser window active, I turned off the wifi radio on my smartphone in order to conduct the credit card processing via the cell phone network rather than the Marriott guest wifi, which I suspected was as holey as Swiss cheese. Steadying each finger, I punched in my account number and other data, and Cathay issued the ticket, my first-ever via a smartphone. Pretty soon an e-ticket email arrived for both of us.

Our flights stop in Vancouver in both directions, which will mean being trapped in a brightly-lit, glass-walled box in the middle of the night for 90 minutes inside security while the plane is serviced and boarded there.  That’s not going to be fun, but since this was the sole schedule that worked for us, and since we are paying next to nothing to fly 16,142 miles in comfort, who’s complaining?

And, happily, there have been no reported dishonest charges on the credit card I used to purchase the Cathay tickets via my smartphone.

I’ve always tried to own up to my errors on the exceedingly rare occasion when I’ve been in the wrong (my wife has a contrary opinion to both assertions). In that spirit, I humbly admit that after I badmouthed Delta Airlines in my previous post just before Thanksgiving, the gate staff at Raleigh/Durham and at Minneapolis/St. Paul airports came through with upgrades for me, my wife, and my family on RDU/MSP and again on MSP/RDU. Thank you, Delta gate agents!  I had to eat Delta crow for Thanksgiving, but it was worth it.

Let’s hope they don’t lose their jobs for being nice.  In helping me, RDU and MSP airport gate personnel violated their employer’s ironclad rule that one companion traveling with an elite member, and one only, may qualify (if seats are available) to be upgraded with the elite member from Main Cabin (Basic Economy flyers are entitled to nothing, not even an advance seat assignment, regardless of elite status). Usually the upgrade, if available, is to Comfort+, and, once in a blue moon, to First Class.

I had booked the earliest RDU/MSP flight, a 6:00 AM departure, on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, usually the busiest air travel day of the year, which meant my chances were slim for an upgrade even had I been traveling alone.  As my wife and daughter were with me on the same record, and because of the one-companion-and-only-one upgrade rule, what chance did I have of escaping the mid-cabin row 17 that read on our boarding passes? None, I thought.

However, a lifetime of flying has taught me that it never hurts to ask.  Thus I spoke to the RDU gate agent about 5:00 AM when she opened her podium.  I was candid in saying that I was aware that three on a record disqualified me from the upgrade scrum. She smiled politely and said she would see what she could do. Just asking her satisfied me; nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all.  I relaxed and joined my wife and daughter and fully expected to be sitting in row 17.

My surprise was genuine when the gate agent called me just before boarding to inquire whether we would mind being split up in seats 1D, 2B, and 3D in First Class. It is fair to say, in fact, that I was nonplussed, but I recovered quickly and stuttered that split seat assignments were fine. And so it was that we enjoyed the comfort and service—breakfast even—for the 2 hour, 20 minute ride up to the Twin Cities.  I had a Bloody Mary to celebrate once we boarded and promptly nodded off until the meal service began.


Delta’s refurbished A321s include 5 rows of First Class (20 F class seats–more chances to upgrade), mood lighting, and bigger in-seat screens.

Delta that morn had assigned a newly refurbed A321 to the flight with all the new interior mood lighting and controls.  It was a fun experience that forced me to reflect on how Delta is investing so much more in technology and service than AA or UA while at the same time instituting death by a thousand cuts upon its more frequent flyers.  But if you can manage to somehow get into a front cabin seat on even a nondescript domestic flight, Delta is inching towards making the experience better than what I’ve called it since the 1980s; that is, a mere escape from coach.

Coming home was a different story. Our Saturday-after-Thanksgiving MSP/RDU departure was scheduled for 8:20 PM, Delta’s last nonstop of the day on that route.  The Minneapolis airport was throbbing with holiday travelers going home. The area around MSP Gate G12 was already congested when we arrived a good 75 minutes before flight time. I figured lightning couldn’t strike twice on the same itinerary, but what the heck, I asked just the same.

This time the gate agent was just shy of brusque as he informed me that upgrading more than two on a record was against the rules, thrusting my Main Cabin boarding passes (again, in row 17) back to me. No matter; we had enjoyed the unexpected upgrades flying up. I found my wife and daughter to wait for the Sky Priority group to be called.

Just before boarding, the same gate agent who had seemed officious tapped me on the shoulder.  When I turned to see who it was, he was smiling and handed me three new boarding passes in the bulkhead row of Comfort+ immediately behind First Class (seats 10A, 10B, and 10C).  “Think of it as early Christmas present,” he said, and I thanked him profusely.

Once again we delighted in the flight, another refurbished A321.  In fact, because Delta has removed the physical bulkhead that used to separate First from Economy, we enjoyed extraordinary legroom under the First Class seats in front of row 10. The newly designed overhead compartments were also capacious enough to hold two roller bags plus heavy coats we’d worn in anticipation of frigid Minnesota temps (it was 14 F. when we arrived the day before Thanksgiving).

The front-to-back comfort was, for once, really there in Comfort+, even the “plus,” thanks to the bowling alley-length legroom despite the distinct discomfort in width.  And the service, too, was great.  The First Class flight attendant came back to make sure we had plenty of premium snacks and beverages.  My wife and I thought it rude to decline her gracious offers and thus imbibed and munched all the way to Raleigh, where we arrived a whopping 30 minutes early.


No bulkhead between First & Economy on Delta’s refurbished A321s means lots of legroom for those lucky enough to snag a seat in Comfort+ Row 10.

Grateful thanks again to the great Delta ground staff at Raleigh/Durham and Minneapolis/St. Paul.  I certainly hope you are not penalized, let alone terminated, for treating your most loyal customers like human beings by breaking the rules.  Please persist in that customer sensitivity as you climb the ladder at Delta.

On the Monday before Thanksgiving, Delta sent a cheery email with an upbeat headline: Big News: Complimentary Upgrades Are Expanding.  The short embedded message read: “Starting April 1, 2018, you’ll be eligible for Unlimited Complimentary Upgrades to Delta One on all domestic flights. You’ll be notified of your Complimentary Upgrade within hours of your departure time.”

I took it at face value.  After all, no asterisks or small print appeared to spoil the supposed happy news.  Good old Delta, always doing nice things for Five Million Miler Lifetime Platinums like me.  This Delta One upgrade goodie on top of being eligible for domestic First Class and Comfort+ with no catch?

Of course there’s always a catch, which I learned of on Tuesday when I checked in for my family’s flight on Wednesday RDU/MSP at 6:00 AM.  I am traveling with my wife and 14 year old daughter.  Plenty of Comfort+ and First Class seats were still available even on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, usually the busiest travel day of the year, and my status as a Lifetime Platinum hasn’t changed.

The Delta system asked me as I was checking the three of us in whether I wanted to upgrade to Comfort+ for $29 each, or $87 altogether—on top of paying a steep fare of more than $400 each for the short round trip Raleigh to the Twin Cities, tickets I had purchased months before.

I recalled that Delta doesn’t allow comp upgrades for more than two (the elite flyer plus one other person), not even to Comfort+, and thus I expected to pay for my daughter’s Comfort+ upgrade.  But I didn’t expect to pay for all three.  I phoned the elite line to help me understand.

Turns out that Delta has a marvelous Catch-22 rule built into its upgrade program:  If more than two are on the record, then Delta doesn’t recognize even the Five Million Miler for upgrades of any kind, not even to Comfort+, which is why the system asked me to pay for all three Comfort+ upgrades.  It is blind to my status if my wife and daughter are both on the record with me.

The nice Delta agent offered to divide me, or me plus one other, out of the record which would have signaled the Delta system to “see” my status and perhaps offer an upgrade.  However, that leaves the third traveler—either my wife or daughter—stranded in a single seat somewhere back in coach.

Of course we might lucky and find three seats together if I paid $29 each way for the single traveler to be in Comfort+.  But there’s no guarantee of that, and you don’t know until you agree to divide out the records and try to seat everyone together.  By then it’s too late to revert to the original threesome if no seats are available for the single upgrade.  That’s not a risk I wish to take when my family is traveling together, especially not on the busiest travel day of the year.  I get the Delta message: Don’t travel with your family if you want upgrade perks.

So we will remain together seated tightly-confined way back behind Comfort+, where Delta has assured me and my family of an uncomfortable start to our Thanksgiving holiday.