After getting to the airport, finding the parking lot, transfer to airport whilst admiring the overpassing planes, eventually getting to the counter it transpired that joshie didn’t have a ticket. A small oversight. I’m so pleased that we agonised over the decision where to place joshie and whether to get a seat or not or how to transport him, the wait the ten minute wait (twice) to speak to an operator in the airline to enquire about traveling with kids to check how to fit him in a bassinet and the actual booking of one after carefully calculating his weight eventuated in a chap saying to me: “oh, he’s not got a ticket”
We got our boarding tickets eventually and an unexpected, but welcomingly, we met another wedding guest, Stevie, a groomsman, en route to honkers.
Caleb & Joshie had been loving the airport. It was all new and constant wonders for them to gaze at- buggies, luggage trolleys, conveyor belts, escalators, neon and people.
Once into the departure lounge we met on-duty Jonny. Had a quick cuppa. Caleb kindly spilt his smoothie over Jonny’s jacket. He fought the law…
On the plane, we were let on first due to the kids and then the awe came back. But as did the urge to run around. By this time they were both shattered. I thought this is it. My nightmare is about to come true: two over tired kids, an eleven hour full flight and the eyes of an entire plane pressing upon you. The prospects were not good.
Joshie didn’t like being strapped in at all. Arching his back. Crying. But it didn’t last.
Caleb, once we were airbourne was fidgeting and felt like a caged animal. But it didn’t last.
After the meal Joshie fell asleep. For Caleb it took a little longer. Principally cause he couldn’t get comfy. I don’t blame him.
The one thing that struck me was: this plane is actually really noisy. It was the engines. When the kids did cry. Yeah you could hear them, but only just and those who were not plugged into their entertainment systems probably didn’t hear a thing.
Caleb got 6 hours and Joshie 5.5 hours kip and the coming down was without incident. The only drama was the coordinating their meals and our meals- which was simple: they eat and then when they’re done we get our bite after.
We arrive in
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