Our hotel was not located near the city centre, and as we were not particularly inclined to drag ourselves out into the heat to explore whatever the local area had to offer, after a fairly average breakfast in the club room, we spent most of the day in our room. Michael took himself off for a swim in the pool and I dozed on and off.
Although we had been offered a 6pm checkout, we decided to head off to the airport a couple of hours earlier. Having been tipped off by one of the hotel receptionists that Uber taxis were the cheapest way to get to the airport, we ordered one on my iPad. The app has certainly evolved since we last used it to order a taxi in Brussels a couple of years ago. We were able to track the designated driver's movements, and the fixed amount was automatically billed to our credit card.
The business class lounge was even more impressive with ample space to relax and three dining areas. We certainly enjoyed eating and relaxing here. However, our flight was delayed by 3.5 hours, and so by the time we boarded our plane just before midnight, we had well and truly had enough of the place!
Right up until the day before, our allocated seats had been two window seats near the front of the plane. However, again someone had decided that we should be seated together in the centre of the plane! When we checked in, we were able to have our seats moved to the window.
The 14-hour flight home consisted of eating and sleeping and watching a couple of movies. (As I write up this entry, 9 days after arriving home, I have no recollection of what I watched!) With the aid of a sleeping tablet, I managed to get some sleep despite my sore throat.
Our arrival in Adelaide was not as exciting as we had anticipated. Alisha had planned to bring Oaki and Marlo to the airport to meet us, but when our arrival time was shifted from 4:20pm to almost 8pm, these plans were of course changed. As required, we declared our walking shoes and waited for customs to clean them, and then ordered an Uber taxi to take us home. We had some difficulty locating the Uber driver, but finally worked out where he was waiting (they are not permitted to use the usual pickup/drop off road at the airport).
Finally back home after nearly 5.5 weeks on the move, it was time to readjust our body clocks and settle back down to life in Adelaide.
Just over a week later, I am still getting over my cold (which really took a hold after I returned to swimming on Tuesday), but I think I am now just about over my jet lag. We are still collapsing into bed some time between 9 and 10pm, and waking up before 6am, but this pattern tends to suit us both.
As I look back over our exciting and varied adventures, the real standouts for me are the nature walks -- the Durmitor National Park with Gitti & Hermann, climbing Scafell Pike with Lynette & James, and walking across the wuthering moors between Haworth and Hamden Bridge. (I have finished reading Agnes Grey (by Anne Bronte) and have started reading her novel The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, as well as reading more about the lives of the Bronte sisters.)
To those who have followed our adventures, whether just to glance occasionally at my photos or to read my daily entries, thank you for your interest. I am sorry, dear reader, if you have found my entries too wordy and detailed, but they are primarily for my own records and so that my dear dad can feel as if he is travelling with us. Thank you, Dad, for all your thoughtful reflections. And thank you to all of you who have left comments on this blog or through private messages. See you on our next adventure!