We are in the Pearson Airport. It’s really late. Actually, it’s technically really, really early. My family has gone home after dropping us off and are likely already asleep, preparing for the next day of their regularly scheduled lives, while I prepare to live on the direct opposite side of the world.
Our flight is really long, but smooth. I am watching several movies while trying to ignore the children pulling back on my seat. If this flight is so much as an hour longer, I may whip around and smack some good manners into the mother who is refusing to control her children.
I wish we could explore Hong Kong for a couple days – I never did make it down while I was in China. The view from the flight is beautiful and makes me vow to myself that I will return someday for a bit of sightseeing.
I’m told I’ll love Tim Tams and since this is my first encounter with one, I consider this my first “Australian Meal”.
It’s totally more Chinese than it is Australian. I know this. But still. A Tim Tam!
In the Melbourne airport with our entire life on one trolley.
In the Melbourne airport with our entire life on one trolley.
It has begun.
1 comment:
I do not know how you had the self control to not turn around and punt the child to the back of the plane.
However, I assume getting detained and red listed was not top priority for you when entering a new country... Still, would have been worth it.
Also, how was the Tim Tam, and how many have you now ate? Or do you just live off of them?
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