'Last week, I took an interstate flight to Queensland. I was left terrified.'

Arriving at Sydney airport on Thursday morning ahead of a flight to Queensland for my grandfather's funeral the terminal was a ghost town. 

All of the shops were shuttered closed, and airport staff were standing at the ready with water bottles and face masks. 

Everywhere I looked there was a sign reminding me to keep my distance and a few nervous-looking people, like me, wandering around the usually buzzing corridors.

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Already mask clad myself, I made my way to my gate to wait for my flight, taking comfort in the fact there were plenty of seating areas around me that had been blocked off to stop people sitting in the direct vicinity of others.

I think that's why I was so taken aback when I stepped on to the plane.

Walking down the plane aisle it became evident very quickly that whatever rules existed on the ground were being thrown out the window, literally, in the sky.

The plane was full. Completely full. 

For the first time in five months, I found myself sitting shoulder to shoulder with 200 strangers, only half of whom were wearing a mask. 

It was confronting and confusing and to be honest, terrifying. 

The plane was practically full, with only a handful of spare seats. Image: Supplied.  

I sat perched on the armrest of my aisle seat, trying to put at least a little distance between my row mate and me, and thought of nothing else but my probable and inevitable contraction of coronavirus for the next hour and 20 minutes until we landed. 

In hindsight, I think I was either having, or on the verge of having a panic attack, and I know I wasn't the only one. 

"There are wayyyyyy too many people on this flight," the person in front of me texted to a friend before we took off. She followed the message up with three scared face emojis.

As we made our way up into the sky, my terror soon became intermixed with anger as I dissected the events of my morning mid-flight.

Why didn't the staff ask me about symptoms, or check my temperature, or do... anything before I boarded the flight? 


Why was I being told to socially distance on land, only to be packed in like a sardine on the plane? 

Why aren't masks mandatory on flights?

When we arrived at Brisbane airport, the army was waiting for us. 

My fellow passengers and I walked past the armed guard of men and women in camouflage to a dozen desks being manned by police officers. They interrogated my reason for flying, which suburbs I had frequented in recent days in Sydney and whether I had any symptoms. 

I've just got off a flying petri dish, shouldn't you have asked me that earlier? I thought to myself. 


As someone who spends every single day reporting on the state of coronavirus in Australia, I know how on a knife's edge we are right now. With Victoria already in lockdown again and recording hundreds of new cases a day, I know it's not going to take much for the rest of us - especially NSW - to meet the same fate. 

I assumed because I had been able to book a flight, there would be safety measures in place to accommodate me. 

While I know it's probably not profitable to sell every second seat on a flight, especially given the state of our global aviation industry right now, I think I was expecting some kind of cap on numbers, or at least some more stringent rules to weed out those not telling the truth about their movements. 

Flying used to be so exciting. 

But even after the immediate threat of coronavirus fades, it's hard to imagine how getting on a plane will ever feel normal and carefree again.

During my three-day round trip interstate, I was left perplexed that I could read that Victoria had recorded 428 new cases of coronavirus in the past 24 hours. That NSW had just announced a new 10-person booking rule for pubs, and that 34 cases had now been traced back to a Sydney pub.

And yet I was still allowed to fly to Queensland, out of Sydney, relatively undisturbed.

Feature image: Gemma Bath/Supplied. 

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