Well, I’m back home now after my Brisbane holiday and feeling a little more human.
We left on Friday and Mia was surprisingly good on the plane! We left home at 6am, flight was at 8am and she only spent about 10 minutes of the whole flight crying, so that was great! She fell asleep in the bus transfer to the hotel (BLISS finally!) but it was POURING with rain when we arrived. Our hotel room wasn’t ready for another 3 hours after we arrived so we decided to walk around and have something to eat. We hired a pram, so when the rain stopped, we went to the Botanical Gardens (where I was hoping to practice shooting) and of course, got stuck in a massive downpour with no umbrella or undercover areas to hide under. Mia thought it was hilarious. We ended up all climbing on top of some play equipment and trying to stay dry that way while waiting out the rain!
Here are just some of the beautiful friends of mine I spent some time with over the weekend and was lucky enough to snap some photos of:
Then Monday hit… LOL. I wish I could have skipped it altogether!!
7:30am: Jetstar call to say our 10am flight has been cancelled and can we go at 6:45pm instead (umm… NO!) I said we were travelling with a baby and can’t wait that long without a hotel, pram etc. So they put us on a Qantas flight for 1pm, but that arrived at a different airport to where our car was. They kindly organised a bus for us from one airport to another to collect the car and drive home.
12noon: We get to Brissie airport to check in, but Qantas have no record of us (of course they don’t). We’re told to go to Jetstar to sort it out. Jetstar then tell us they had us on a flight that left at 11am (obviously not since we’re standing there…) but finally found another one that left at 2pm. This one again arrived at another airport so we would have to catch a transfer bus they organised for us when we arrived. We were sent off to gate 36 to wait for the 2pm flight.
1:30pm: We’re sitting in an empty gate lounge. There’s no one around. I decide to check the screen above the gate lounge. Great. We’re not leaving from this lounge – we’ve been moved and no one has told us. Off we go to the new lounge…
2pm: Our 2pm flight still hasn’t left… we don’t even have a plane at the gate yet. Our lovely friend Jamie calls wondering how we’re going. I relay the story and he offers to pick Mia and I up from the airport while David catches the transfer bus to go and collect our car (THANK YOU!!!)
3pm: Plane takes off. Mia has cracked it, crying, screaming, tanties… what a joy.
5pm: Get to Melbourne. David heads off to the Jetstar counter to find out where the transfer bus is. Of course, there is no bus, and no one has organised a transfer from Brisbane for us. David ends up speaking to three people and finally the airport manager who gives him cash to catch a taxi to go and get the car and come home
6:10pm: We finally leave the airport and arrive home around 6:30pm.
So, what else can you do but laugh? (On a side note, I heard that Tuesday was even worse for flights in and out of Melbourne, so I should probably be thankful we left on the Monday?!)
