We had eight large suitcases and three backpacks between us. The
thing that worried me most was how we were going to get all eight
suitcases from the airport to the house we would be renting in the
suburbs. A taxi wouldn't fit all eight of them along with three bodies
and a driver. It would be easy to pull them onto the airport bus, then
directly onto a train. But there was still a 15 minute walk from the
train station to the house. We would have to drag them all?
In
any case, our initial flight to LAX was delayed. And then delayed
again. When it was clear we wouldn't catch our flight to Melbourne that
night, we talked about rebooking the trip for the next day and started
looking at hotels. But the only plane that would take the three of us to
LAX the following day left at 7am in the morning, and the Melbourne
flight wasn't until 11pm. We decided to take our chances with the
delayed flight, and see what happened in LAX.
In
LAX, our arrival was indeed too late to catch the Melbourne flight. But
Qantas Airlines put us on a shuttle around the back of the airport, so
we wouldn't have to go through security again, and we were rebooked onto
a flight departing for Brisbane only a little later that night. By the
time we reached the gate, it was almost time to board. We found our
seats -- three adjacent seats at the very very back of the huge plane.
There was no one behind us to kick us. And extra space under my seat for
my backpack. They were actually nice seats, for a twelve hour flight.
Jonathan
probably slept the most, with his head on his pillow on his tray table.
Tim and I watched five movies between us, one the same, four of exactly
opposite genres.
We arrived in Brisbane around 6:30 in the
morning, cleared passport control, and went to collect our luggage for
customs. But our luggage didn't arrive. After standing in a long line,
we found that our luggage was still in LAX, waiting to fly directly to
Melbourne the following day. We hurried through the airport to catch a
connecting flight.
Everything was easy in Melbourne. At
the luggage desk, we filed a report for the bags. Then we caught the
bus to the train, and easily carried our backpacks and one carry on bag
the short walk from the train to our rental house in the suburbs.
And best of all? The airline delivered six massive suitcases directly to our door the following day.
Now the only thing to worry about is how we'll get them back to the airport in a month. Can't wait.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
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2 comments:
Glad to hear you all made it, and successfully maneuvered the delays, connections, and luggage adventures! Always a great relief to have things work out. Hope jet lag isn't a bother.
Maybe you can mail some stuff ahead for the Princeton part of this and/or leave things at your office?
Glad you made it all safe and sound. The house looks great. If you did a small load every day of clothes, it wouldn't take so long on the weekends and, things would dry faster because you could spread them out more. I still don't understand the British mentality towards washing machines and dryers! It just amazes me!
KP
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