My seat: 24C, sitting by the aisle. My preferred spot. I don't like to see the wings wobble.
Fellow passengers: Families. Young travellers and a couple of dozen Asian tourists in a package group. For the rest of the passengers, my busy three-year-old daughter, Zoe, was probably the most annoying person on board. I got a nosebleed. We were that family.
How full? There were maybe half a dozen seats out of 177 left empty. This is a popular run.
Entertainment: Not much - this is budget travel. Zoe found the emergency instructions card mildly distracting for a while there. I was surprised and impressed by Jetstar's in-flight magazine.
The service: Cabin crew were all pleasant enough. Once the exits have been pointed out, their main job seems to be selling you stuff.
Food and drink: You can buy drinks and food on board - don't expect anything for free. The on-board prices are steep though not outrageous - it pays to be canny and buy your snacks before getting to the airport. And quell the wails of your ear-popped child by having some lollies tucked away ready for landing.
The toilets: Clean. Though not much room when trying to help the 3-year-old with "toilet time" at 9100m (30,000ft).
Luggage: One bag, weighing up to 20kg, costing $11. These guys are pretty serious. Don't go over the limits or you'll pay extra.
The airport experience: When it's not too busy, Queenstown Airport is great. The best coffee is at the first stall as you enter. Window-seats get astonishing views on takeoff, although coming in to land is the bigger buzz.
Would I fly this again? Money talks... until we have a nightmare delay or Jetstar lands us in Invercargill instead of Central Otago.
Winston Aldworth paid for his own ticket.