Saturday 23rd February 2013
The weather was freezing when we were collected from home by our driver Roger at 2pm. His mission was to take us to Heathrow Airport, A taxi ride to Heathrow Airport that was interesting in the way that we learned a very great deal about Roger and his life as a taxi driver. Apparently he is a part time employee of the taxi firm that we use,and he is employed to cover the overflow. The traffic was very light and we had a clear way for most of the journey.
We arrived at the airport and checked our luggage in and made our way through the customs which we cleared pretty quickly and easily, We then settled ourselves down for a long wait as our flight was due to take off at 9.30pm. Margaret had prepared some delicious baguettes and we made short work of those. There is nothing more interesting than people-watching at a very very busy international airport, all shades and descriptions of human life are on display. Margaret went off to purchase some duty-free perfume as a birthday present for Liz, while I sat and studied the varieties of human life that were travelling from London to many different areas of the world.
We boarded the aeroplane which was in the very familiar Qantas colours, and settled ourselves in our seats ready for the long flight ahead. Cramped seats, airline food and watching the progress of the flight from the flight path view on the monitor. Sleeping for much of the time and thirteen hours later we arrived at Singapore airport, stiff and ready for a break. An hour later we re-boarded our aircraft and took the same seats to continue our journey to Sydney. Two more delicious airline gourmet meals? Whoever decided to serve spaghetti aboard a cramped aircraft with a plastic knife and fork is an evil genius. Seven hours later we arrived at our destination, Sydney airport at 6.45am, on Monday, on the wonderful continent of Australia. We then got through customs very easily, Margaret declared some Pork scratchings that she had bought as a promised present for son-in-law Mark, and I declared a straw hat that I was wearing, because of the straw content.
We had left our home at 2.00pm on Saturday 23rd February and arrived at Sydney airport at 6.45 am on Monday 25th February. The various time bands meant we had lost a day somewhere, no doubt to be gained on the way back.
The sun was shining gloriously~The exact opposite to England in the Winter~All the horrors engendered by the long haul flight vanished instantly.
The weather was freezing when we were collected from home by our driver Roger at 2pm. His mission was to take us to Heathrow Airport, A taxi ride to Heathrow Airport that was interesting in the way that we learned a very great deal about Roger and his life as a taxi driver. Apparently he is a part time employee of the taxi firm that we use,and he is employed to cover the overflow. The traffic was very light and we had a clear way for most of the journey.
We arrived at the airport and checked our luggage in and made our way through the customs which we cleared pretty quickly and easily, We then settled ourselves down for a long wait as our flight was due to take off at 9.30pm. Margaret had prepared some delicious baguettes and we made short work of those. There is nothing more interesting than people-watching at a very very busy international airport, all shades and descriptions of human life are on display. Margaret went off to purchase some duty-free perfume as a birthday present for Liz, while I sat and studied the varieties of human life that were travelling from London to many different areas of the world.
We boarded the aeroplane which was in the very familiar Qantas colours, and settled ourselves in our seats ready for the long flight ahead. Cramped seats, airline food and watching the progress of the flight from the flight path view on the monitor. Sleeping for much of the time and thirteen hours later we arrived at Singapore airport, stiff and ready for a break. An hour later we re-boarded our aircraft and took the same seats to continue our journey to Sydney. Two more delicious airline gourmet meals? Whoever decided to serve spaghetti aboard a cramped aircraft with a plastic knife and fork is an evil genius. Seven hours later we arrived at our destination, Sydney airport at 6.45am, on Monday, on the wonderful continent of Australia. We then got through customs very easily, Margaret declared some Pork scratchings that she had bought as a promised present for son-in-law Mark, and I declared a straw hat that I was wearing, because of the straw content.
We had left our home at 2.00pm on Saturday 23rd February and arrived at Sydney airport at 6.45 am on Monday 25th February. The various time bands meant we had lost a day somewhere, no doubt to be gained on the way back.
The sun was shining gloriously~The exact opposite to England in the Winter~All the horrors engendered by the long haul flight vanished instantly.
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