ANA 777 Coach, Tokyo NRT to Manila
Our connecting flight to Manila was just a few short gates away, and we headed off to the other side of the terminal where the Pepper robot was still in time out. Poor girl.
As we headed down the hallway, we saw warning signs, presumably about the 7-8 lightning bolts headed for your intestines and the talking danger camel. If someone would help translate these, I’d love it ☺
All seemed normal as boarding commenced, but then as soon as we headed down the jet bridge, my worst fear arose. This plane was the oldest plane in existence. No seriously. Like, really, really old. As in, it should be taken out behind the barn and shot, it’s that old.
This was a 777 1st generation, and by first generation I’m talking mid 90’s at best. Just take a look at the seats:
The “wallpaper” on the galley walls and bathroom doors:
The seatback monitor, which was pre-touchscreen and very 90’s chic. I am shocked that this plane was still functioning, and that it hadn’t been taken in for a retrofit yet. Wow. Archaeologists could probably do excavations of the last few rows of coach and find dinosaur bones.
The food options were equally as grim, with the only edible option being the “Seafood Paella,” which was not only visually unappealing but had the taste profile of 20 year old well-worn flip flops baked in an oven at 450 degrees.
Thank god that the in seat movie was working, because the 2 and a half hour epic blockbuster, Ghostbusters, helped me get through the rough patch of the flight (hint, all of it).
Once we landed, we rushed off the old barge to pass immigration and collect our luggage.
There was a well-wishers area upon arrival, which no one was there to wish us well.
And of course, since it was SOOO late (830pm) the help desk was obviously otherwise occupied. As you can see, our airport rep is at the moment assiting another ADB staff like me! He’ll be back ASAP!
At this point I’m truly hoping that this isn’t going to be a harbinger for our trip, and that we’ll actually be able to relax a bit and get to our hotel.
We found the first ATM, got some currency, and headed outside past the 986 taxi vendors to the very last stand, the official yellow taxi stand. At 200 pesos ($4) it was the most expensive option there, so don’t worry about finding one of the hawkers yelling TAXI TAXI, just get to the expensive official airport taxis for $4 and call it a day.
With that, we were out of the airport and off to our fancy casino/resort/hotel the Hyatt City of Dreams!