At the moment we are sitting at KL airport eating yummy satay skewers and drinking half litre glasses of carlsberg beer. The flight here was pretty uneventful, as I'm sure the 4 hours wait for our next flight will be... But earlier....
Firstly, on top of Alex's car and our laptop dying, Alex's bag also carked it. Not ideal.
Then, our most recent dramas started on the weekend when we realised that the antimalarials we had been given were usually prescribed as a daily dose, and at $88 for 12 tablets, it would end up costing us more than our plane tickets. So, the night before leaving the country saw us on the phone to different doctors trying to get a clear answer on what exactly they were (weekly or daily) and what antimalarial we should be taking. All this calling around led me to the after hours number for Travel Doc Australia and on the voice message a mobile phone was recited. Turns out this mobile phone belonged to the director of Travel Doc Australia. He was baffled about how we managed to be calling him on his mobile, and also very very upset at how badly the travel doctor we saw had screwed us over.
Fast forward to this morning, our last morning in Australia. In my head I had envisaged a morning filled with nice food, love and hugs from mum and dad. Instead, we were back at the doctors office at 8.50am.We went strait into a different doctors office (one I had previously had a rather negative experience with- mainly due to his demeanour and lack of niceness in general), however this time he really proved me wrong. He wasn't a psychopath afterall, he was a very thorough (although still somewhat un-nice) doctor. He confirmed out suspicions that we had infact been given not only the wrong antimalarials, but also the wrong dosage info.... three times!! He also noted that we should have been given the polio vaccine, which had been missed.
All fixed up, and drugged up we made our way home via the phone shop. Once there is was a quick lunch, pack and inventory, then off to the airport.
Now, our ticket said that our flight was at 4pm so we left plenty of time to be able to have a beer with all of our favourite people. Not quite. Turns out the departure time had been changed to 3pm due to daylight savings or something and that the dude who sold us the tickets should have let us know. Here comes the traumatic bit... we rushed to check in, then rushed to get our bags glad-wrapped, then rushed to the oversized baggage area to check in the fishing rods and guitar, then rushed to the money exchange booth, then rushed to the gate, rushed through customs and rushed onto the plane.
Mum, dad, donna, glenn, mel, mandy, andy, cathryn, phoebe, maria and hec all came to the airport to say goodbye and we ended up dragging them around the airport after us in a mad rush just to say goodbye in what felt like 10 seconds flat. I was unprepared for that. I ended up crying on and off all the way to the northern territory (about 4 hours) before I calmed down enough to be able to hold a conversation. Still now when I think of mum and dad I tear up... Our adventure has begun....
Now we wait for our 11 hour flight to cape town.
Check in later.
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