One-way to Sydney

25. February 2008, finally the big day had arrived. Leaving for Oz! After we managed to squeeze 3 suitcases, 2 bags, a travel cot and a car seat plus several pieces of handluggage into a cab, reach Heathrow and get everything checked in, we were to experience the pleasure of the airport's security rituals: Coats off, shoes off, liquids in plastic bags, child out of pushchair, laptop out of bag and then putting everything together again. Afterwards being chased out of the restaurant into another part of the departure hall just as we had the first bites of our dinner because some idiot left a bag somewhere! Do never part a hungry toddler with his fries!!! (Luckily I was clever enough to grab a handful before we left.)
So then together with all the other human sardines we boarded the giant flying tin can for a long night of no sleep which means flight SQ321 to Singapore.
A short run through Singapore airport just enough to strech our legs and there it was: The shiny new super giant Airbus with wings the size of football fields, comfy seats (why did we not have those on the last flight) and lots of buttons and gadgets to be attacked by little Sebastian. I must admit however that this child deserves a medal. While the other kids spent their time screaming their lungs out, all we ever got from him was the occasional grumpy moan. Otherwise he either slept (stretched out over his and my seat and kicking me in his sleep whenever I dozed off), played with his toys and colouring book or watched television.

So now we are here wearing clothes we did not use the whole last year (skirts, shorts and short sleeved t-shirts and sandals) and even after an evening thundershower it is still warmer than the average english summer day. Now we just have to get over the b... jetlag. Sebastian wakes up at 4:30 in the Morning. Just after I managed to go back to sleep after waking up at 2:00. Andreas seems to have fewer problems. But we all find it hard to resist an afternoon nap!