Wednesday, March 6, 2013

7 hours in an airport

He napped. He walked, he waved, he watched. He drank our boost juices (bought with our flight-has-been-delayed-for-seriously-ages vouchers). Yes - the one hour delay on the way down was NOTHING! The flight home was laughably ridiculous. .7 hours in the airport. A cancelled flight and a new boarding passes for another plane. New plane delayed an hour on the tarmac. Finally arriving in Brisbane, heading to the train, finding out there are 'track works' and that we had to get off the train to catch a bus the last leg of the epic journey. He was all tuckered out but did a great job.

I wrote post cards.