Business Class Bogan!

Like a kangaroo stunned in the beams of an approaching road train about to become fresh road kill, we await our stewards questioning glance.  Raised eyebrows greet us as we present our boarding pass and we shuffle to our space-aged capsule.  The capsule seems to have been designed by a yoga master due to its ability to manipulate you into pose after pose.  We are soon laughing our heads off as we get caught between a downward dog and a sun salutation.

The menu triggers the Pavlo's dog instinct with its slow roasted Blackmores Wagyu, Pan fried black cobia, with roasted red capsicum, artichokes,  kipfler potatoes and olive tapenads, Murraylands lamb rack with roast tomatoes,  white beans, sugar snaps, anchovy and rosemary vinaigrette and not a Big Mac in sight.

Our glasses are never empty as champagne corks pop, Glenlivet scotch settles over the rocks, lime slices float in the Gin and Tonic and hipster beers' condensation dances down the glass. Cheers!

There is so much room in our capsule that we are able to run our own zumba lesson and invite our neighbours in for a drink session. Best of all; however, is when the Qantas Crew covers your seat with a plush mattress and the abundance of alcohol kicks in, your finger reaches for that magical button, and your capsule comes alive. Slowly your seat slides down into a bed and a peaceful sleep awaits.

God bless business class!