So we finally arrived back at Heathrow at Sunday lunchtime; to glorious blue skies. So much for the cold, damp, wet weather everyone said it had been like whilst we’d been on holiday, I think others were just trying to make us feel guilty.
As expected, the journey home was a long one; with the internal flight from Brisbane to Melbourne adding to the endurance flights. We finally left Australia just before midnight and settled down in the Qantas A380 Airbus with the full intention of getting some sleep.
The fourteen hour flight from Melbourne to Dubai seemed to go on for ever and even a large dose of ‘Game of Thrones’ to watch on my iPad didn’t really help. Also, just when I managed to get to sleep I was woken by the stewardess offering me my dinner/breakfast/lunch (I didn’t really know what the time was so it could have been any one of those meals) but seeing as it was food I was happy to accept it.
Eventually we arrived in Dubai around 7am and after negotiating the two lots of security checks that were in place, we re-boarded the same plane (all spick and span again after a service clean) and headed off on the final leg from there to Heathrow, some seven hours apart.
We got through UK Border Control after thirty minutes of queuing and were soon collecting our cases and entering Arrivals, where Matt was waiting to take us home. After rescuing the dog from the kennels Tina and I managed to stay awake for a couple of hours before giving up and catching up on the lost sleep.
And so to reflect on the holiday.
I must say Australia is a fantastic place to visit; with so much to see and do. And you really do feel chilled when you get back. I drove to work on Tuesday with not a care in the world. ‘No worries’ when someone overtook me. ‘Fair dinkum’ when someone cut me up on the roundabout. ‘Alright Possums’ when I met my work colleagues on my arrival.
Still as someone quite rightly said “You need to do one to pay for the other!” How very true.