Fellow passengers: I had my book at the ready, but ended up chatting to a friendly travel blogger who made me feel very jealous of her glamorous life.
How full: There were no spare seats, as the flight was brimming with Jetstar bosses as well as New Plymouth's local MP and his wife.
Entertainment: Just listening to stories about the travel blogger's wonderful trips to exotic places, an in-flight magazine, and my book, which I didn't read. We were greeted in New Plymouth with a powhiri, an aeroplane-shaped cake, several Taranaki mayors, and a couple wearing his-and-hers Crocs.
The service: The steward was lovely and polite, despite being hounded to sing a song by the travel blogger and an anonymous journalist.
Food and drink: There were supposed to be muffins, but someone forgot to load them, so we just had water, which is fine, because I don't like muffins, and water is good for you.
The toilets: Didn't use it, which was a mistake, because, powhiri.
Luggage: Although I had a check-in allowance, I took my luggage as carry-on because I have an aversion to hanging around airports waiting for things.
The airport experience: Jetstar has a prefab-type structure beside New Plymouth's main airport, to welcome its customers. It wasn't air-conditioned, and it was muggy.
Would I fly this again? Definitely.
