Left work at lunchtime to get changed and back on the road to Wellington to pick up Mitch.
As we were waiting in arrivals, his name was called a couple of times to report to staff in the arrivals hall, if he was in arrivals – things were sounding a bit suspicious:
- Was he being turned away for having no passport?
- Had his suitcase exploded and was strewn across the aircraft hold?
- Was he drunk and disorderly?
- Did he fall asleep in Sydney and miss the flight?
- Did the sniffer dogs find anything suspicious in his luggage?
- Was he having an intimate meeting with rubber-gloved customs officials?
- All of the above?
Qantas will very nicely deliver his suitcase direct to our house! However, not until tomorrow!
As it turns out, after waiting a worrying hour, his suitcase never made it out of Sydney airport!
Aussies…….. typical!