13 hr Flight

We were given our bassinet. Nathan took to it rather well. Whenever he fell sound asleep on me, I would lay him down in it. But the occasional turbulences didn’t help at all. There was once when we were too tired and ignored the sign, an air stewardess had to walk over and warned us to pick our boy up. My reluctant bones just couldn’t agree. Half the journey, Nathan was sleeping on me. But we were very thankful that he wasn’t cranky at all, he was a well behave boy.

Sitting next to our role were four kids with their parents. They were English. And three of them, except the youngest toddler, were the most amazing kids I have met. They slept in their seats, woke up, ate their meals all by themselves, under the dad’s close supervision, and played quiet games, read books, drew on papers, just enough activities to keep themselves occupied the entire plane ride. The mum and dad cooperated so cohesively together, no arguments, great team work!

Our plane arrived 20 mins before schedule. We were the first flight to touch down that morning according to the customs officer, there was very little queue, and everything cleared out within half an hour. We heard horror stories about having to wait for hours at customs, but we escaped that. God knew better, ya?

Since we were so early, we sat and waited for Joelle and Luigi to pick us to their place. About an hour and a half later, they came. Joelle, in her bright yellow top and shoes, and Luigi, looking friendly. They helped us with our luggages and off we went, took the tube for another hour’s journey to Clampham South station.