To Oz

The flights were all comfortable.  We must have departed exhausted.  After dinner service on the sixteen hour flight, we went to sleep and woke up with only four hours remaining; well done.

Sydney was an adventure, not worthy of repeat.  Baggage handlers lost a few baggage modules. Our bags had priority stickers.  The first three were among the first off the plane; and then we stood with a third of the passengers waiting and waiting. By the time our final two bags arrived, Qantas personnel informed us that our connection was in serious jeopardy.

We borrowed a local phone and called Bronwyn to wave off our pick-up in Adelaide.  The search of our luggage which was anticipated due to declaring the canned pate turned out to be a quick dog sniff.

An unfamiliar change to the airport threw us another minor time consuming curve ball.  Personnel at the first security check told us we needed to rebook.  When we tried to rebook, the lady said we could make the flight and checked our bags.

We arrived at the bus to the domestic terminal just in time to be the last not allowed to board which was another 10 minute delay. Running through the airport we arrived precisely at the beginning of boarding and were the second and third people on board.

We checked into the hotel 33 hours after leaving the house.

Can this be our Adelaide? We arrived to a cold and rainy Adelaide.