So, three or so years ago I made the decision to emigrate with the children. I started saving up money and secured a job. Then, two years ago, just as I was going through the Visa process, and transferring my Midwifery registration over, there was a query about a hereditary health issue. The issue meant I would not get the permanent residence family visa that we needed, not with my existing health history as well. So, I had to turn down the job I had been offered.
Now I had around £8,000 in the bank which I’d saved to go towards funding the big move. It seemed only right to use the money for a once in a lifetime experience that included the country we had been planning to relocate to. Sixteen months ago I booked a cruise to do just that. The cruise sets sail in four days.
Where were we going to move to? New Zealand!
Now, I have family in Sydney, Australia, which is where the cruise happens to sail from, so we decided to arrive a week early and stay with them. I also tagged a week in Auckland, New Zealand onto the end of the cruise before we make the epic journey home. And epic it certainly was to get here:
To get to Sydney we began our journey from Cornwall, England, at 5am on Thursday 26th January (Sydney are 11 hours ahead, so that makes it 4pm down under). We boarded a coach that then took over six hours to get to Heathrow Airport. At Heathrow we had a nine hour wait for our first (!) flight departure. I had already prebooked a lounge for comfortable seating, electricity and food and drink.
Our first flight left Heathrow at 8.30pm that same day (7.30am on 27th January is Oz), arriving in Singapore nearly 13 hours later (9.20am GMT, 5.20pm local time, 8.20pm in Oz). Then followed an almost six hour wait for the 2nd flight. We were able to obtain transit vouchers which we exchanged for the transit lounge, which again had power, comfortable seats, food and drink and SHOWERS! We also explored a butterfly garden (although being the vening all the butterflies were fast asleep!), a Koi pond and the Pikachu Skytrain (monorail).
The second flight was ‘just’ 8 hours long, landing in Sydney at 10.30am on Saturday 28th January, local time (11.30pm on 27th January back home). There we were met by my uncle and taken to our accommodation (their house 😉 ).
It was a very long and very tiring journey. Not much sleep was had by any of us; aeroplane seats are incredibly uncomfortable. Also there were moments when I dreaded the neighbouring passengers. Flight one: just before we prepared for landing (descent had not yet begun) a small child in front of us started vomiting, clearly he was unwell – I am dreading that one of us may have caught his bug during the long flight. Flight two: stranger sat next to me spent the whole flight sniffing, coughing and wiping his nose on his sleeve – again I dread catching his cold. Thankfully we’re all still well – phew!