Just a few months before my tenth birthday, my younger brother, myself and my Mom left Sri Lanka to join our Dad who had taken up a new job at a university in the Fiji Islands.We left Sri Lanka in December soon after we got our school holidays.
This picture in my school uniform was takenin 1976, for my new passport, a few months before we left Sri Lanka. However, my brother and I were allowed to travel on our Mom's passport as accompanying children. So we ended up not needing our own passports.
We flew out of Colombo's Katunayake Airport on Suisse Air. I used to dream about what it was like to fly on an aeroplane and now I was actually flying, I was very excited. On the same flight were a family whose Dad had also taught at University of Peradeniya and who were now migrating to Australia.
During the flight people around us were speaking in English. Until that time, my brother and I didn't get a chance to speak English. Although my Mom did read English books to us out loud .
So while my brother and I could understand the language we were reticent to speak it. So I listened attentively to the people talking around me including kids. What struck me was how the native speakers around us on the flight pronounced the words differently to how Sri Lankans spoke it. One word in particular was the word 'Air' as in Suisse Air.
Seated next to us on the flight was a young Sri Lankan lady who had a bad cold, however she had forgotten her handkerchief. So my Mom gave her some blue pin striped scrap material from a sailor dress that she had been sewing for me. This young woman was on her way to Melbourne to join her husband there.
On that flight from Colombo to Singapore they served us lobster for lunch which was quite a treat.I don't think you can get that kind of food in economy class any more. Since we were kids travelling, they gave my brother and I both coloring books and crayons as well as a book with scenery onto which you could transfer pictures of figures etc. The picture transfers could be rub bed off onto the scenes in the book.They also gave us little bars of Swiss chocolates and postcards.
This picture in my school uniform was takenin 1976, for my new passport, a few months before we left Sri Lanka. However, my brother and I were allowed to travel on our Mom's passport as accompanying children. So we ended up not needing our own passports.
We flew out of Colombo's Katunayake Airport on Suisse Air. I used to dream about what it was like to fly on an aeroplane and now I was actually flying, I was very excited. On the same flight were a family whose Dad had also taught at University of Peradeniya and who were now migrating to Australia.
During the flight people around us were speaking in English. Until that time, my brother and I didn't get a chance to speak English. Although my Mom did read English books to us out loud .
So while my brother and I could understand the language we were reticent to speak it. So I listened attentively to the people talking around me including kids. What struck me was how the native speakers around us on the flight pronounced the words differently to how Sri Lankans spoke it. One word in particular was the word 'Air' as in Suisse Air.
Seated next to us on the flight was a young Sri Lankan lady who had a bad cold, however she had forgotten her handkerchief. So my Mom gave her some blue pin striped scrap material from a sailor dress that she had been sewing for me. This young woman was on her way to Melbourne to join her husband there.
On that flight from Colombo to Singapore they served us lobster for lunch which was quite a treat.I don't think you can get that kind of food in economy class any more. Since we were kids travelling, they gave my brother and I both coloring books and crayons as well as a book with scenery onto which you could transfer pictures of figures etc. The picture transfers could be rub bed off onto the scenes in the book.They also gave us little bars of Swiss chocolates and postcards.
At that time they were building a new terminal at the Singapore Aiport, so we were transported from the plane to the terminal by bus. While we were on the bus they made an announcement saying that someone had left their bag on the plane and even mentioned the passenger's name. It turned out later that it was one of our carry on bags. However, at the time my Mom did not pay any attention since the name they announced was her maiden name.Once we were in the terminal we discovered the bag was missing and contacted the airport staff. Then my Mom was given a pictorial list of bags and told to select our bag from it. To my amazement there was a bag that looked exactly like our missing bag. Since we correctly identified the missing bag they gave it back to us.
The next leg of our journey was a flight on CP Air (Canadian Pacific Air) from Singapore to Sydney, Australia. I remember they served us breakfast before we landed. I vaguely seem to recall marmalade and some sort of bread. After a short stopover we boarded our flight to Fiji which if I remember correctly was on Air Pacific and landed at Nadi, Fiji. From Nadi we had to take an internal flight of about 45 minutes duration, on a smaller Air Pacific plane to Suva. Suva was our final destination and is the the capital city of Fiji. At Nadi Airport we passed by a little snack shop. I remember they had cheese sandwiches and a spinning orange juice machine with an orange fixed at the top. This was a novelty to me coming from mid 70's Sri Lanka.
On board that flight my Mom was sitting next to a Tongan man wearing a mat with frizzy hair. Tonga was a smaller island nation neighboring Fiji and the national costume for men was a sulu (which was similar to a skirt) over which a woven pandanus mat was worn. The sulu was also the national costume in Fiji and was worn all over the South Pacific.
During the flight, my Mom had seen smoke rising from the ground and she was kind of concerned. She asked the Tongan man if they were from live volcanoes. To her relief he said, "No there are no volcanoes in Fiji". I seem to recall that the airhostesses had red hibiscus flowers stuck behind their ears. Maybe I'm confusing it with the Air Pacific brochures at the time which all had them with hibiscuses behind their ears. The flight was short so no meal was served, instead the air hostesses came around with baskets of wrapped sweets.
The next leg of our journey was a flight on CP Air (Canadian Pacific Air) from Singapore to Sydney, Australia. I remember they served us breakfast before we landed. I vaguely seem to recall marmalade and some sort of bread. After a short stopover we boarded our flight to Fiji which if I remember correctly was on Air Pacific and landed at Nadi, Fiji. From Nadi we had to take an internal flight of about 45 minutes duration, on a smaller Air Pacific plane to Suva. Suva was our final destination and is the the capital city of Fiji. At Nadi Airport we passed by a little snack shop. I remember they had cheese sandwiches and a spinning orange juice machine with an orange fixed at the top. This was a novelty to me coming from mid 70's Sri Lanka.
On board that flight my Mom was sitting next to a Tongan man wearing a mat with frizzy hair. Tonga was a smaller island nation neighboring Fiji and the national costume for men was a sulu (which was similar to a skirt) over which a woven pandanus mat was worn. The sulu was also the national costume in Fiji and was worn all over the South Pacific.
During the flight, my Mom had seen smoke rising from the ground and she was kind of concerned. She asked the Tongan man if they were from live volcanoes. To her relief he said, "No there are no volcanoes in Fiji". I seem to recall that the airhostesses had red hibiscus flowers stuck behind their ears. Maybe I'm confusing it with the Air Pacific brochures at the time which all had them with hibiscuses behind their ears. The flight was short so no meal was served, instead the air hostesses came around with baskets of wrapped sweets.
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