In Sydney. Three entirely too short days, spent with family.
Titus’s dad celebrated a ‘big one’ in the birthday stakes, and although Titus had to stay in Hong Kong to work, the kids and I were able to make it in time to celebrate with him.
The flight over with 2 kids, one who doesn’t fly well, was daunting. Thankfully, Mitchell slept for much of the flight, and the stewardess’s were nice enough to watch over the kids when I needed an extra pair of eyes. Not something I would like to do on a regular basis however.
All too briefly we were back on another plane to New Zealand… and as a word of warning: If you are flying Air New Zealand trans-tasman… avoid the ‘fish’. Go the pie. Safer option.