Our third drama episode begins ...
The day we were going to fly out of San Francisco was another stormy day. Don't get me wrong. Rain is always good. But not on my holidays please!
A 20 minute taxi ride to the airport easily became one hour in rain traffic (a major road was unpassable).
A rundown of events:
- the Virgin America plane that was meant to take us to LA was stuck in San Diego;
- the staff could not tell us when the plane will arrive because of the unpredictability of bad weather;
- we finally boarded our original 7:30pm flight at 10:30pm;
- just missed our 11:45pm V Australia flight to Sydney;
- missing one of two checked-in suitcases (i refuse to call it 'lost');
- Virgin staff arranged for our hotel accommodation of what's left of the night;
- finally went to bed at 3:00am!
Kudos to Migo and Gab for behaving like grown-ups during the entire drama. Gab just turned ten (this whole trip was a birthday present) and wanted to know what was going on. He tried to listen in on our conversations with airport staff. Migo kept saying "go back to the hotel", not fully comprehending our situation. He just wanted to go to bed, the poor boy!
Handcarry items that saved us: change of clothes, pack of chewy Chips Ahoy! (we were so hungry at 3am), children's paracetamol/panadol, shopping receipts in case we do not recover our missing luggage for Insurance claim, mobile phone chargers, and toothbrush. Hotels do not stock rooms with toothbrush anymore!
Exhausted and irritable, I easily could forget all the many good things and good people in this trip. This open journal will actually help me remember ...
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