And so the grand Paris deception is over. After two years of secretly planning to get Teneille to Paris for her 30th birthday the dream trip has reached its conclusion and we are home again.
The trip home was relatively uneventful. We got to the airport in Paris after a sad farewell to our apartment. The train ride was easy but getting on wasn't. It was quite the squeeze but with some pushing and shoving we sorted it. I managed to stay awake on the 6.5-hour trip from Paris to Dubai which meant by the time we boarded the connecting flight to Sydney I'd been awake about 24 hours. There was a kid who kept kicking Teneille's seat to the point she was ready to brain him. She restrained herself and the child survived.
Dubai airport was boring. I don't know if we were in the wrong part but it wasn't exactly glamourous. There was construction everywhere inside the airport though so maybe it will be amazing when that's finished. We saw sacked Bulldogs coach Des Hasler waiting to board our flight home. Not sure where he'd been but getting the chop obviously means it's holiday time.
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| Des Hasler in Dubai. |
Dubai to Sydney was a long haul. There was a bit of turbulence which put Teneille on edge but it wasn't crazy bumpy so we all survived. I stayed awake the first few hours thinking I'd sleep the last half of that leg and wake as we arrived in Sydney at 7am back on Aussie time. I'd been awake 28 hours by the time I tried to sleep but I just dozed and kept waking every hour.
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| Coming into Sydney. |
We breezed through customs without getting checked although before that Teneille did have to run back to the plane after leaving her mobile plugged in to her seat to charge. A train and a taxi later we are home, showered and ready to see the babies.
Thanks to everyone who helped plan the trip or helped keep our house and children’s' lives running in our absence. We had an amazing time.
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