With barely enough sleep on the flight and an ungodly landing time, we zombie walked allllllll the way to immigration and then walked to the FCT.
This route looks very familiar to some of you …



Excitement mounting.

Urge to giggle like a school girl, rising.


Into the elevator and one floor up to the reception area. Seating area to the right and reception to the left.


One of the two agents manning the front desks came over to greet us and escorted us through security and gave us a tour of the lounge.
Gotta catch ‘em all, Rubber Duckies! (admit it, you sang that line in your head)

Aint gonna lie, forgot to take extensive pictures due to lack of sleep plus warm conditions in the lounge. Will do my best to paint a good story.
After the agent gave us the full tour, my wife headed for a shower while I relaxed in front of the wonderful Samsung curved TV to watch the news about Brexit and the Donald. Was starting to fall asleep and decided to walk around and make good use of the time to take pictures as it was super quiet in the lounge – ‘twas 7am.


One day, I will have a bar like this in my basement.


Decent self-serve in the cigar lounge.

My beloved finally decided she was presentable to society after her shower plus make over and we headed over to the restaurant section for breakfast.



Mmmmmm, ham.

Buffet.

I ordered the Bavarian breakfast.

She got the eggs benny which was the hands down winner.

After breakfast, we each got our own nap room and went down for about 2.5 hours. Wifey was grumpy when I woke her up, so I left her and made a beeline for the showers to refresh myself. It was around 11am when I emerged from the shower and we still had some time to kill before boarding for the 1.30pm flight. I assumed it was drinking time somewhere in the world and headed over to the bar. The staff member who served us for breakfast was also manning the bar and was very helpful when selecting whiskey. The conversation went like this:
Me: “What scotch do you suggest?”
Him: “Do you like less peat or more peat?”
Me: “Hmmmm …”
Him: “How about a tasting of least to most peaty?”
Me: “Works for me!”
Note to self – I don’t like peaty scotch. :)

Then he brought out a fourth bottle that was not in the bar and it was absolutely … I don’t even have words to describe it but definitely never touching it ever again. :D

With that, we headed over to eat as my toes were starting to feel tingly. My wife decided to pick stuff from the buffet.


Everyone’s favourite dish.

Felt less tingly after lunch plus multiple glasses of water. We waited another 30 minutes before being picked up by the agent from the morning who then escorted us downstairs to immigration. With the formalities done, we hopped into our ride for the short drive to the plane. No Porsche as we had another passenger on the same flight - how inconsiderate. :(




Oh … spoils from the shower rooms. ;)

LH F – FRA to DEL
Once we collected our bags from the van, we were escorted in an elevator and onto the tube. No issues with lineups in the tube and we were handed off to the cabin crew stationed at the door. In her infinite noobery, my wife stepped on the plane, said hi to the crew member by the door and turned right towards business class. She was half way through the cabin when I called out to her to come back and show the BP’s to the crew member. With one look at the BPs, the crew member laughed and said “Oh, you definitely don’t want to be going there” and pointed to J. LOL!




Our seats were on opposite sides of the cabin (2A and 2K) and the cabin was 6 of 8 full. Lucky for us, 2 D and F were empty which were turned into beds after the lunch service. Compared to the A340, the A380 F cabin is definitely more spacious with no overhead bins. There are lockers at the back of the cabin which have enough storage.


Both cabin crew members came by to welcome us on board and we were asked what we wanted as our PDB. I went with the usual.

Food menu.




Drinks menu.





Changed into PJs and boarding was completed by the time I was back at my seat. It was a quick 10 minute taxi to the runway and we were off. The engine roll up is quite smooth.
https://youtu.be/cN5KZYnF6qU

View out the window.




Lining up for take-off and spotted the SA A340.

While on the ground, the cabin crew came by to take our lunch orders. I was slightly full from the lunch at the FCT, so I kept it light on board. I went with the main course and a dessert that was served an hour after take-off. I nodded off during that time and my wife had to throw something at gently wake me up for the meal service.
The main attraction – Scallop and Prawn skewer with Thai curry sauce and coconut risotto. Just the right size and was filling.

The famous LH stamped butter.

For dessert – the gulab jamun cheesecake which was absolutely sensational.

View out the window.

With the meal service done, the crew made up our beds and I konked out for nearly 3 hours and rolled around for another 30 minutes. Forced myself to get up and had another quick meal before landing.
Club sammich with turkey and chips. Too much cheese.

Had to have another cheesecake – when on vacation … right?

Landed in DEL around 30 minutes ahead of schedule which forced us to wait on the side due to our gate being occupied by the Air France flight that was due for push back soon.
https://youtu.be/oMITazBEl7M

Once off the plane, it was a mad dash to immigration by everyone for some reason.


Next up – DEL to IXZ via AI J
Very nice report! The FCT looks fantastic as always. Yum, the eggs benedict look really good.
7 hours is almost too short to fully enjoy Intl First class, but it seems like you had a wonderful experience with a good cabin crew, which can make all the difference.
Thanks for sharing!