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Published: February 26th 2011
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Sydney International Airport - Transit
Husband reads best seller at Sydney International Airport - Transit Departing Perth at 0805 hours and arriving in Sydney at 1530 hours, I entertained an idea that we should spend our 4 hour transit time constructively by taking the kids to see the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge (we have already seen it several times), my husband who doesn't like to take risks, decided we might miss our plane. "Might miss the plane" has happened to me so many times that I quite enjoy the adrenalin rush and am proud to say that I have never missed a flight yet. However, as anyone in a relationship knows, one must compromise, so the next 4 hours is a protracted affair.
It takes a whole hour just to get the International Terminal and once there, as always, it's a challenge to keep oneself entertained. After spending another half hour on the obligatory consumption of food, through boredom, there is the window shopping, well for me anyway. My husband on the other hand, has never heard of the term window shopping. He is also a creature of habit and can not leave the newsagent without buying the latest best seller. Did I mention I am a scumbag backpacker from way back and my frugal habits will not leave my conscious no matter how hard I try.
While my other half manages to forget he has two children who are constantly nagging "when are we going?" while buried in his newly acquired novel, I embark on a reconnaissance mission. Scanning the duty free shops, I make mental notes on the cheapest alchohol for when we get back into Australia. Upon returning, I placate the kids by letting them play on their Nintendos and settle into reading my novel, which incidentally, I carted all the way from home so I wouldn't have to spend any extra money on the trip. Apart from loud flight announcements for other like-minded passengers who like to run the gaunlet with tight airline schedules, there is transcendental peace for the next couple of hours.
I would like to say..."after an uneventful trip across the Tasman, we arrive at Christchurch International Airport at 0030." However, the trip was rather eventful with the toddler in the seat in front of me projectile vomiting. While the vomit narrowly escapes me, the smell sadly does not. It is unescapable and the airline attendant of advanced years and plenty of experience did little to disguise her horror at the fall out. She throws a packet of tissues to the poor mother from 1st class. So after an eventful trip across the Tasman, we arrive at Christchurch International Airport at 0030 hours on Saturday 22nd (only 1900hours Perth time). We dialled up for our shuttle bus which takes us to an astonishing close Sudima Hotel. We could have easily walked if we didn't have so much luggage and actually knew which direction to go in! The room is very nice. The kids have their own room with an extra bed. Did I say bed......a night of blissful snoring awaits us!
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