After an insane last few weeks of sorting out our affairs in Perth and packing our life up into a container with the vague hope it will one day catch up with us on the other side of the world. Then just about coping with the last surreal days of being in Australia (vastly in part to the generosity of the Taylor clan taking us in and support of Rowlands clan and other friends) we staggered onto the plane, pretending it was all OK for Logan's sake and just following the plan.
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| Logan looking like I felt in Dubai after not nearly enough sleep... |
So around 30 hours later we arrived in Toronto (via Dubai) with thankfully a very uneventful set of flights, helped by Logan sleeping a couple of big chunks of the flight. And I assume everyone else has figured out that wrapping your kid in blankets and placing them on the floor of the seats between you is a good idea to sleep, if not, then you have to try it next time?! And then went through the most agonising wait to get 6 bags, plus a stroller/pram and a car seat with 500+ other people getting off an A380, and then had to go to customs to get our visa's verified, and then had to go to immigration to declare our other house hold goods were in transit "without us!" - like we had a choice about that...
So finally we get out to the arrivals lounge to see Bob and Louise waiting for us.
We Made It!