Our flight was delayed.
Over the holidays Mum and I travelled to Sydney for a weekend getaway. It is the second time I have been to Sydney, the first being over ten years ago! I enjoyed this trip far more but for a while there we thought we were never going to get there.
We had left home super early, being the overly anxious people we are, and so arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare. All good. We sat down in the food court to read our books and wait. Eventually we got to go and wait at the terminal rather than the food court. So we waited. And waited. We got on the plane over an hour after our expected departure time, which wasn't really that big of a deal. Except then we were all told we had to disembark as the air conditioning wasn't working and they couldn't fly without it that day as it was over 40 degrees celsius.
Cue another FOUR HOURS of waiting in the airport lounge, half of Robert Galbraith's first book and a very anxious Mum. We were considering the possibility of having to make the two and a half hour drive home without getting to go anywhere when we were found another plane and got to board. I wasn't hopeful though until the plane actually took off. Even as we were taxiing along the runway I was saying to myself "We could still be turned around". Thank goodness we got to Sydney, I would have been so devastated if we had had to go back home.
Hi! I'm Louise. I am a writer, photographer, traveler, book fanatic and blogger. I love to post about my adventures and the little things I do that make life fun.
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