Sometimes Travelling Requires a Very Deep Breath

Andrew – Some of you will know that Gusband and I went to the wedding of some gorgeous friends in Adelaide on the weekend. Amazing day, bride looked gorgeous, the wine flowed way too freely and everything was perfect. A delightful end to a fabulous mini-break for Gusband and I. And then…….

Flight from Adelaide to Sydney was delayed, then delayed again and then cancelled. Oh dear. I went off in search of our luggage and left my travel agent husband to sort out how we would now return home. He managed to change our connecting flights from Sydney without any problem (or cost surprisingly) so all we needed to do was get to Sydney. Easier said than done.

Some other wedding guests in the queue before us had managed to rebook seats via Melbourne, since there was now no longer any direct Adelaide to Sydney flights. Turns out they would miss the concert they were going to in Sydney but at least they would be in Sydney. Their new flight was then delayed to the point where they then would have missed their connection in Melbourne so that all had to be rebooked again. Bloody hell what a circus!

When we got to the very lovely girl at the airline desk she informed us that there were no more seats on any flights back to Sydney until the following morning. Luckily we have some friends who live in Adelaide – alas one is interstate and the other is overseas. Handy. As we were accepting the idea of spending another night in South Australia an airline guy lent over to our check-in person and told her there were some cancellations and there were now 4 seats on a direct flight to Sydney. Problem solved.

So one very turbulent flight later and a taxi ride into town to our “last minute hotel” I’m sitting in bed finishing my room service and filling you in. Hopefully as you are reading this, Gusband and I will have caught our last taxis and flight home and be at work.

Surprisingly Gusband and I have had a lovely day travelling together and we didn’t get cranky or upset we just moved ourselves to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. At that point in time there really is nothing you can do. And as we all know I’m all about the journey not the destination.

So have I come up with any wise anecdotes or tips for handling these type of situations? Not really, I think it’s always good to remember that there are always people worse off. In this case our wedding companions who would arrive 3 hours later into Sydney than us and were then hiring a car to drive 3 hours home. Or the people in the queue behind us who really were going to be spending the night in Adelaide. Or even worse, those many people who are struggling with the aftermath of the natural disasters that Mother Nature is dishing out at the moment.

Ok lecture over….if it will make you feel better to throw a tantrum at a check-in counter or tell a baggage handler to “fuck off”, like I watched one man do today, then go right ahead. Everyone handles stress differently.

If I’m not at work you know the next part of our journey has gone pear and there will definitely be an update.

Don’t take it out on someone who’s fault it isn’t campers, you'll just look like an arsehole. xx


Lucy - There was definitely a lot of planes, trains & automobiles in this latest journey to the city of churches. As I am  writing this you are probably still making your way home.

I especially liked your baby hire car. 

Wish you got a photo with you in the mini!

Sawusband wants to know, did the guy who told the baggage handler to F Off, then declare in big loud voice how he will never return to Adelaide ever again!!!


Back to the important things. I still have one burning question...Did you have to shower over the toilet when you were on the train?


I'm sure all the campers out there are dying to know!