Well, we’re
almost home now after a wonderful holiday. The flight down from Stockholm was excellent
and we managed to get about three hour’s sleep. With only one hour to boarding
and then a mere eight and a half hours to Melbourne,
there’s not long to go now.
There was no
more snow in Warsaw
when we left on Sunday. After the usual substantial breakfast we were just
hanging around in the bedroom aiming to leave at about 11h30 for our 13h30
flight. I had put my watch on South African time mode for some reason and was
wondering why Rab was getting a little agitated when it was only 09h20! She
soon put me right.
We had a
last ride in a somewhat hair-raising Warsaw
cab and he dropped us off at Departures. Unfortunately the aircraft was leaving
from another terminal about 300 meters
away so we had to go out into the rather cool ( - 7°C) morning and drag our
bags along there through the snow, ice and slush.
The flight
was good and comfortable and we caught the Express train into the city from
Arlanda where Lars and Gerd were waiting for us. They were so pleases that the
trip was successful and enjoyed the stories of our travels.
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| Me and my pal Axel - the Bengtsson's grandog |
We didn’t do
much yesterday – just got the pictures downloaded and had lunch at a vegetarian
café which was very good. In the evening we went to the restaurant at the end
of the line and Rab had the biggest pizza ever seen, which was also delicious.
We had popped in to see Helena and Axel
on the way and had a glass of champagne with them. This plus two bottles of wine
made for a very merry evening! In fact we had a good laugh on the way home.
On a
previous visit we had missed the last train, so we made sure we caught it this
time. Gerd was saying how, in all the years, they had travelled on that bit of
the line they had never been asked for tickets, so they were well ahead of the
game. As she was telling us this story I saw a ticket inspector loom into view
behind her and tried to signal this to
her. I guess he didn’t speak English, but her face was a picture when she saw
him
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| Saltsjobaden - a lovely spot and looking glorious in winter |
It was
snowing gently this morning – a nice farewell touch.
That’s where my diary for this trip ended. As is so often the case, I
never get around to finishing the entries off completely. There’s always a rush
in getting home, picking up animals getting the house straight, catching up on
mail etc.
We love to travel but it is always good to get home and into our own
bed.
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