We're home now and have been for a few days.
We slept badly that last night in the bed & breakfast. I was feverish and there were some inebriated guests who caused a disturbance between 1 and 3 in the morning which included breaking one of the downstairs windows (we were on the third floor) and calling the police. Apparently, the B&B had never had any problems like this before).
We headed out by 7 am for the airport and boarded the first plane about 10 am. Perhaps 3 hours over the Pacific, the flight had a medical emergency not far from where we were sitting. A gentleman was unresponsive. If you've been on one of these heavily booked 747 flights, you know how difficult it is to move around and get in and out of the seats. There were literally three flight attendants standing on the seats trying to get this man prone. There happened to be two nurses and a doctor on the flight who stepped in. I think it was some sort of diabetic reaction as the passenger eventually recovered.
14 hours after first taking off we had to go through customs and immigration in Los Angeles and then get back on the same plane bound now for JFK in NYC. Michael might have slept some, I didn't as I coughed constantly. I had no voice at all and had to whisper to Michael so he could relay my answers to flight attendant questions. At JFK we transferred to a Delta connecting flight to Boston. 28 hours after taking off in Sydney we arrived home with only a hot shower and bed on our minds.
I've continued to be quite sick, Michael still has not caught up on sleep.

1 comment:
Oh my! What a scary, frustrating end to your adventure. Vacations are wonderful, but it's always nice to come home!
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