Friday 1 August 2014

Australia: travel

I didn't write about it first because it's not that interesting.  For the same reason I don't want to write about it last.  But it is the thing people have asked me most about: how were the flights?  Well, ok really.  Over 24 hours or travelling in each direction with two children and three seats was difficult.  It wasn't fun at all, but we coped.

The way out worked better.  We had bulkhead seats so quite a lot of space around our feet.  The flight was primarily in daylight and so it just felt like a very long day.  Some napping from everyone, nice cabin crew, good TV (frozen was watched many, many times).  A very friendly chap who'd play cars with Tom for hours.  Tom did struggle with coming down and so we had 15 minutes of crying on each flight, but not much more.

The way home was less good.  Starting at 10:00 at night, everybody was tired but sleep didn't come easily.  The Emirates planes were more cramped (partly as we didn't have the bulkhead) and we shared rows of 4 rather than having our own row of 3.  Eventually everyone feel asleep except for me: I had Marisca curled up and lying on my legs, an arm rest that wouldn't stay up so I had to hold it up to stop it falling and crashing into Risky's skull.  And, eventually, a sleeping Tom who just wouldn't quite find a position that would let me sleep too.  So I had a very restless flight!

Jetlag?  Marisca was fine on the way out, and on the way back fell sound asleep as we touched down in Manchester so had to be hauled all the way through the long security queue and, eventually, got home, asleep, to wake at 2 and declare herself wide awake.  Tom was confused both directions: up in the night a lot for a few nights.  And us?  We're parents now so we just cope.






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