Jiggety jog

It worked. We got home without incident to an airport stuffed to the gunnels with sleepy passengers, too few customs officials and negligible quarantine bastards. It took well over an hour to escape to The outside. 

Now we are home. But tomorrow Jo flys off to Malaysia and Japan. I am staying put until we go to Falls Creek to ski at the end of the month.

Aborted flight

We got out onto the runway where we sat for ages while they sorted out a woman who didn't have the right papers to get into Australia. By the time we were back at the gate it was too late for the pilots to have the right amount of rest during the flight so we were shuffled into hotels with a $7 voucher for dinner! And another for lunch and breakfast today. Don't know where the execs eat but it can't be anywhere fancy.

We are feeling as though we only had three hours sleep. I think we got four!

When we booked i today, they had Jo in cattle class and me in Business. As you can imagine, he did not accept that. After a long time on the phone, the lady changed it so that he had a business class seat but on a different plane from me that would arrive half an hour later in Sydney. So we would have travelled like royals.

He wanted to talk "to the supervisor" about the mix up and the bad information given to customers last night (we were told that we would have the same seats on Thursday that we had on Wednesday, for example. The supervisor took it all on board and went off with out tickets to see what she could do. So now we are sitting together, in business class at last.

So far. . . .